Staring at the mirror, for minutes to pass
Looking back at me, the person that i am
So tough and strong, outer appearance that lies
Within a molded glass, it breaks and it revived
The image that stares, so cold in his eyes
I do not recognize, who is he, who am i?
Loudness breaks free, shattered glass subside
The image still is there, looking from inside
Deceiving and lying, of words that's evil
Looking back at me, from the realm of the devil
Staring at the mirror, for minutes to pass by
Looking back at me, i do not understand why |
Submission Name: Staring at the looking glass
