What does it reflect,
When you're not around?
Horror of dead things-
Their taste and sound?
Something on its own,
Playing in the depth?
Shadows of the dawn
Or you own face?
Is it you in there,
Staring hard to see?
Does it lie to you
With forsaken glee?
Playing by the rules?
Doing what was told?
This reflection makes
Everything your fault.
Long-forgotten things,
Hideous reflections-
Silver breaks and goes
Meeting no objections;
Does it steal from you
Every time you look?
Do we swim in it
Hanging by the hook?
Is it really deep?
Does it hurt so bad
To find out what
We could be instead?
Should we run away
For our own sake?
Which of these two worlds
Is completely fake?
Mirror
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2011
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