What is it like on that side of the mirror?
What is outside that window and behind that door?
A castle? A garden? A magical cloud?
A galaxy? A dragon? A prince on the ground?
I step through the mirror and look around.
Behind the door? My own hallway.
Outside the window? I've seen that before.
Each side of the mirror is just the same
My life, My hell, My days, My pain
A world of laughter, A world of tears
A world of seconds, A world of years
This is my world, welcome, come in
I invite you to stay, you can move in.
On the outside, my world is sugarcoated
And yours is sweet, not sour and bloated
Let's switch worlds, see if they're the same
I'll take your thoughts, your worries, your shame
You take mine and then we'll see
Who has it better, is it you or me
It's your face through the mirror, but the world is mine
And soon I forget who I am this time.
My name has always Tillia been.
Wasn't it? Hasn't it always been the same?
Snjezana ".spoilt monster." Purring
- 14 years, 9 months, 28 days ago
