There is a door put up in front of you,
And as you may wish, you cannot walk through
You have to open it,
For that door is part of you.

Your hand slips down the handle,
Feel the cool metal,
Play with the idea of what is on the other side,
A tug-of-war match rages behind your eyes,
Just a crack couldn’t hurt…
You push the handle down,
Opens it a tiny crack,
Then that door slams open,
With all the things you held back.

You try to close it again,
Yet your efforts are all in vain
For you know you must endure,
What’s on the other side of that glass pane.

There is no time to breathe,
No time to think,
But you already know,
What you need to do.

You know your life isn’t a lie,
But it isn’t the whole truth.
You hold things back and lock them up,
In hopes they won’t haunt you.

But your time has come,
You’ve realized
That you’ll be a real person; not just half,
If you just step inside
See your reflection as it is in the glass,
Or be able to see your reflection on the other side too,
To be able to be able to see both…
At once

And as that door starts to close,
And as you step threw the threshold,
As the two mirror images combine;
You see yourself in a much different light.