You look at the mirror

                                                                       but to me its a glass

Its the only way I can see you

                       Without wearing my mask

Because without it

         (Am i?)                                           I am a monster.



  When you look at the mirror,

I imagine you are                looKin G               at me

With those eyes that seem to be able

To see through                 e v e r y t h i n g

                                                                    (but not the glass, at least.)



I get scared when your eyes    skim     across mine

I get scared you know what l i e s

Buried, hidden, safely locked away inside                                            (is it?)

               I get scared that you will then discover                                  

That what you look at is indeed glass

                                                                             not mirror



I can never let you go              (or cradle you by my side)



i can never break from this    

                                       curse

no matter how h a r d          I try



You feel my presence

but in the end

y o u d o n t c a r e

so should i leave this glass?

no

i

i

i  think i'll just stay there

just a little longer

just until our eyes finally lock

just until this dream ends