the looking glass upon the wall
will shatter quickly should it fall
there it hangs for all to see
reflects an image back at me
is this the one that's really true
or is the opposite one you
the view you see it can decieve
it's up to you what you believe
the light reflects back in your eyes
full of truth or full of lies
you're not sure which is truly real
the presence of both you may feel
cast a shadow on your mind
your other side could leave you blind
open up your soul to soar
through the glass through the door
another world you enter there
should you be brave enough to dare
deep inside the glass you hide
looking on the world outside
the sight you see is all in black
light and color it does lack
stuck in a world you don't know
your doubt and fear begin to grow
open up your eyes to see
the face that's staring back at me
light is dark and dark is right
doubt takes hold but use your might
knock that mirror off the wall
shatter the lies and let them fall
the one true spirit that you see
is the one staring back at me
turn away and don't look back
those doubts now you may lack
leave the pieces on the floor
walk away and shut the door
YOU ARE READING
up to me
Poetryrandom thought processes and works developed when i wasn't inspired. writing when you're inspired causes a belief that work is better than it is. i write whenever i feel. and these are the outcomes of those feelings. enjoy if you wish! critique is...
