When I press myself to something
I can feel my lonely heart beating
A steady rhythm in my chest
A knock-knock-knock against my breast

Am I going to open up
Like a treasure chest of gold?
For all its glamour, I’d be fine
But I’d be too **** easily sold

Or shall I cautiously crack
Open the door of my being?
To peer out first and assess the person,
But is it truth I’ll be seeing?

A risk to take – I go for the latter
There’s nobody on the other side
Just a mirror, showing me all of myself
A reflection I cannot shy away from or hide

And this mirror, it’s brutally honest
I see all my parts – the dark and the light
Do I slam the door back on myself?
It’s a beautifully terrible sight

Would I sell myself, this real version of me?
This stripped and complete one nobody will see?
I press myself to the mirror of my reflection
And hear my heart beat against my own confession.