I look directly into the mirror.
Wondering what could be behind it.
Does it lead to another world?
Or does it lead to darkness?

Mirrors are a magical thing.
We can see our reflections,
But sometimes we can see our souls.

Though we focus on what is in front of us,
But not what is inside of us.
There is a special kind of longing hoping to be recognized,
But it is hidden by looks.

We wish to be more than just our face.
More than the number one thing people judge.
We have a personality, something that makes us special,
And yet it goes unnoticed.

Nobody cares about what's inside.
People only care about what is in front of them,
Not even the things that are around them.
We are more than just faces and looks.