.
When I look in the mirror,
am I happy with what I see?
A reflection that seems as cold as ice.
Is this what others perceive?
Can they look past the ‘pain’ of glass,
and read whats on my mind?
Or is my surface too hard and cold
to find whats hidden inside?
Am I so shallow on the surface
Or so deep with my own fears
Am I holding back the love
as I’m drowning in my tears
Did you think it would last forever?
Our love that was alas
Frigid as the winter snow
and broken like the glass
Sometimes I’d like to throw that stone
and shatter all the doubt.
Because looking in the mirror
I have to face what life’s about
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