The mirror right beside you,
And you, while thinking about the possibility of the situation.
The mirror is mockingly laughing—
A silent, taunting echo.
You say, "What could be,"
And sometimes, "What would be,"
While you push your pen harder and harder onto the paper.
In the worst-case scenario,
The mirror's laughter grows louder,
Hearing the mockery echo in your mind.
The walls in front and behind you inch closer
Closing in, tighter and tighter.
The statistics fall silent
And only you and the mirror remain,
Staring at each other in the quiet storm.
Neither of you knows your true proportion to the world,
Lost in reflection
While "what could be" and "what would be"
Fade into echoes, untethered from fact,
Drowning in fears you cannot name.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
The mirror right beside you,
And you, while thinking about the possibility of the situation.
The mirror is mockingly laughing—
A silent, taunting echo.
You say, "What could be,"
And sometimes, "What would be,"
While you push your pen harder and harder onto the paper.
In the worst-case scenario,
The mirror's laughter grows louder,
Hearing the mockery echo in your mind.
The walls in front and behind you inch closer
Closing in, tighter and tighter.
The statistics fall silent
And only you and the mirror remain,
Staring at each other in the quiet storm.
Neither of you knows your true proportion to the world,
Lost in reflection
While "what could be" and "what would be"
Fade into echoes, untethered from fact,
Drowning in fears you cannot name.