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by Blazegrl May 23, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I hold in my hand, a little window Through which I can see everything and, yet, nothing at all I peer into the eyes of a masked stranger Who is looking straight back at me The eyes so meloncholy And the smiling, mask so happy It doesn't fool me I can see that it is fake Nothing more than a glued-on, cut-out From unmentioned fears I hand the window to you "Look at the mask." "What mask?" you say "All I see is myself." I take the window back Study it for awhile The mask becoming transparent I notice that the stranger is me The window, not a window at all But, in fact, a mirror How could I be so blind? Why, window, did you have to become my effigy? My little mirror.