The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person who seeks pleasure
A pleasure derived only from the applause that your smile brings
Or the awes that your voice rings
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person who sees horror
Horror in the truth of the self
And horror that you've put in the darkest crevice of your bookshelf
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person you've so successfully hidden in the back drawer
With a key you've swallowed
And a sign that says "not allowed"
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person you find so hard to conquer
You've read all the books
You've watched all the movies
You've drawn every sword from every rock
You've opened all the doors with the impossible locks
You've bitten all the apples offered by a lady who sings of love
You've given up everything you have for what's above
You've scoured the earth for eternal youth
You've flown with the lost boys to know the happiness of a child
But, you have yet to truly see the beast in the magic mirror before the final rose petal falls