Look at me and I shall attempt to look back,
Although it will be hard, for I am losing track,
Of my mind
    and track of time,
It appears I am confused, but I feel fine,
Or at least that's what I show on the exterior of my
vessel,
But in the interior, I feel hate and depression, feelings of
the devil,
My emotions are mixed
    and I need them fixed,
From this pressure, I will break, I need help before all of
this,
It is hard to concentrate, under all of this commotion,
I need some help to fix these mixed emotions.