Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Will your catch me when I fall?

Can I rely on you, will you carry me through?

And the love I feel, could it be real?

Is the love for you, or me?

And how could it be?

I think it’s a myth.

I think it’s a lie.

I think it’s the person in the mirror that I love.

I think it’s my own reflection.

Maybe it’s my arrogance.

Maybe that’s why I feel the way I do.

Maybe that’s why I’m all alone.

Maybe that’s why no one wants to be around me.

I hate the mirror. It feeds me lies. I eat them like a hungry person, desperate for attention, for love.

But I can’t find it there.

I can’t find love from myself.