Alone At Night

I walk through the fog on this one dreadful night,
spite and deception is all that’s in sight
Through all the mirrors that replicate my reflection,
feeling the heartache of hopeless perfection

I sit on a rock near a wide stream,
wondering if this is all just a dream
I look at the ground and see heavy soil,
remembering all the pain and turmoil.

Why is this pain all I can see?
Why wont these feelings just let me be?
Why am I haunted by peoples mistakes,
people that die in rivers and lakes.