It wasn't her. She cried.
As the girl in tears stared at her across the mirror.
"But it's you. Trapped and bound and timelessly tried.
By your own fears. By your own decisions. By your own dreams.
If it's not what you like to see,
Why don't you break free?"
I am not sure.
I am confused.
I am comfortable yet not at ease.
But you! You are not what I want to be.
"Yet you are me. When you despise me, you despise yourself.
You take refuge in your confusion. You glorify your honestly.
You are but a numb, and inconsiderate skeptic,
Who never believed."
"So then won't you wipe those tears.
Embrace me as you
or break out of you.
Mirror Mirror, I am on the wall, what'll it be my dear doll?
