Purple Ghost

My face looks like another in almost every mirror I pass
When I was a child I turned them around and round
And I think that is why
I hate the way I look but I want to make myself presentable
And not just like a spooky ghost
That's purple and everyone hates to look at

But what if I want to look the way I feel when I wake up
And I can't see past my walls
And when I get out of bed maybe I'm a little taller
It would be nice if my feet hit the floor
Sooner than they do

Catching my reflection in things that reflect
Makes me feel like a robber with no respect
Like I'm wearing a ski mask and something else is underneath
I do a double take every time because
Maybe one day the mask will be off
And these anxieties won't destroy me they'll be gone gone gone

Seeing reflections makes me question
The way i think about myself
All my loved ones and my own personal health

I could probably find answers if I looked for a practical psychologist
Or maybe just a street junkie who would want to talk to me

People when they're high they like to tell the truth
Cause it's all they know
All American rejects who lost their blood tests
And now they're on the streets
And I can sympathize cause I can realize
The world is bigger than myself
But I don't think about it as deeply as I should

Stars freak me out and space is weird
But I still feel her tears on my cheeks
And on my shirt and on my face 'cause she never said goodbye
I hate mirrors because they lie to me and I never know how I can cheat
And see what I want to see in them every time
I don't know what I want to see but I don't like reality
It's loud but it never screams
And it's never as important as it seems