M.B.S. Poem by Mark Hopwood

If looks could kill
I'd die every time I seen my reflection
Maybe once I never felt like this
But I have no recollection
I've gotta do something about my mind, body and soul
I know I've gotta get myself out of this hole.

My heart still beats
But is it on time?
When I speak
Do I have the right rhyme?
Why do these feelings
Bury me under so much doubt?
God I hope I can get out.

If there is a way out
Then can it be found
Am I just walking a path
That endlessly twists around
I need to find my place
So I know where I am,
I have to find myself
So I can discover my plan.