mirror, mirror on the wall

i look to her and i see nothing. she does not twitch nor does she move. i hate the way she looks at me so i'm looking back. i try to smile to her but nothing seems to ensue. pray tell, give me a reaction anything will do for now. i trace her lips with my fingers and can tell she has not been smiling for years. her eyes are beautiful with a hint of pain. i can tell she has just finished crying. what is troubling you? her eyes are pleading for me to stop trying to understand her. so i retire. i feel like i know inside of her. i feel the pain inside of her. poison me with her pain, pour it in me. i want to be her sacrifice. her own insanity seems to be so alive. and i watch her fight her own insanity and feel helpless in doing so. so i close my eyes with what's not there.

tell her what she's never been and what she's always been. beautiful.

the light comes upon slowly and my eyes now are more awake than ever. her hands comes out slowly and touches my face. i stare in disbelieve as tears drop drips. and so i put my head into her hands and her smile covers my heart.

and she goes black.

i shall come and see you another day ... the stranger in the mirror has become my truth. i look to her and i see nothing

i look to me to see the truth

because the stranger in the mirror is me.