Mirrors

The reflection, it shines the image

Of a place I don't want to see.

And it shows me the sorrowful face

Of a man I don't want to know.

I put my hand up on the glass, 

And feel the other side.

Sometimes, I wish

I could go through it into another world.

The other world, this mirror dimension,

Would be a mirror image of this world,

But also be different

In ways I can't even imagine.

Their ice would be warm,

Their steam cold.

Their rocks soft,

And pillows hard.

You would live in a reality

That is identical to ours,

Yet all completely different

In ways I can't comprehend.

I rest my forehead

on the sheet of cold glass,

Wishing I could escape through it,

And live a better life.

This world I imagine

Behind the gate of reflection,

It is too confusing to know,

Yet I completely understand.

I wish and wish

I would fall right through,

When I felt pain in my heart,

And everything went cold.

I'm frozen in a mental paralysis.

I don't know where I am,

Until I feel myself sink

Into an unknown surface.

The further I go,

The warmer I feel.

And when I make it to the other side,

I realize where I am.

I look around,

and everything's the same.

All except the feeling

Of the air around me.

The sink is running,

And steam is coming off.

As I run my fingers through it,

The chill of it shocks my body.

The cold steam makes me realize

Where I am meant to be,

Right here as I stare

Through the other side of the mirror.