Mirror Mirror

by Cynthia--Nasr   Mar 8, 2010


Mirror mirror, hanging on the wall
this girl looks familiar to me,only i forgot her name to call

mirror mirror, hanging on the wall..
tell me whoz this girl i see, i dont know her at all

she does resembles me in many ways
yet her eyes shows a sadness that says

that this smile she holds on her face is fake
would somebody grab her from this mirror for gods sake!

grab her tight, and no matter what do not let her go
let her scream and cry, even if she says no!

she might not see it but she desperately need help
but do not want anyone to know,its her secret to be kept

the glass in the mirror is about to crack down
its a total fake image of this girl breakdown

mirror mirror,i am trying to look deeper through her eyes
they got all red and wet,i can hear her inside cries

I look down to see her smile, she screams with tears
"leave me the hell alone to die, i am nothing of what it appears

in a moment like this, it is so easy to think of death
put ur hands around my neck, stroke me til i lose my breath"

her words scared me, damn she looks so young
how could those words come out of her tongue?

i give her my hand only to find quickly she gave me hers
we looked so much alike as if we were sisters

mirror mirror, why touching this girl is a taboo?
only a soft whisper, calling my name saying this girl is you

"ME?? how could it? i am living damn happy "
that voice again says stop pretending you feel crappy

i end up to realise the tears were there on my face
i cant run from reality mirror, you became my secret place

mirror mirror, hanging on the wall
make me superficial again, its time to become a doll

hold that person inside of you as a prisoner
she cant go out, i should continue to be a happy actor

but tell her that i promise i will be back soon
because reality always belong to my room

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  • 14 years ago

    by Fading Memory

    Great work , i loved it

    sometimes being a prisoner of thoughts
    and the best actin pretender of being well z the only thing that could be done to stay safe and away from LUCY STYLE SUICIDE