There is a very different world behind the mirror,

One that everyone sees differently,

Not one person sees the same as the other.

Some see beauty, some see pain,

Others see monsters that stare back at them.

I see a monster.

His ugly smile and his messy, uncontrollable hair,

I hate how he stares back at me,

he's always there when I come to see him,

I wish he could be something else. Something beautiful.

How the monster wished he could say what he sees,

Staring back from the other side of the mirror.

If he could talk he would compliment her eyes that were always so alive,

Her blonde hair, her bright smile that could light a room.

He sees a very beautiful girl staring back at him

And how he wishes he could show her the world he sees.

The girl that cries in the mirror every night is beautiful to him.

All of her imperfections are perfect to him.

They are the things he looks forward to seeing every morning when she comes to see him,

Her messy hair, her crooked smile that she hated, her sleepy eyes.

How he wishes he could tell her all these things,

But he is just the silent monster that she hated.

He was simply just the monster behind the mirror.