The Mirror Is Lying

Near me, there is an open wound.
It keeps leaking and I keep watching.
I wanted to know, how does it feel...
I traveled into the far hollow reality and looked at myself.
Nothing was wrong or was it?
I suppose there was a nice feeling, but it faded away with hatred.
Dear mirror you can't help me, can you?
My skin was too marble to start feeling pain.
However much, I tried to feel like something, it all turned against me.
But as I wake up, the mirror gives me a smile and tells me I was leaking all the time.
Why should I find the answer?
The mirror shows me.
There is a young girl with sad eyes, but with a joyful heart.