Mirror, mirror take a look at me.
Staring straight back, can this really be?
You see,
I use to be afraid of the things in my closet.
Monsters in my house, I guess I never got it.
Sipped ignorance in my goblet.
The covers were my only protections.
Their fabric became my safe section,
with one exception.
The monsters then patrolled the days
and the covers couldn't hide sun rays.
Then I'd fray.
They were scary creatures, only seen by me.
I tried to point them out but no one else could see,
the monsters set free.
I was young, ignorant, and just learning too.
Then years went by and I suddenly grew,
and then I suddenly knew.
These monsters were the grownups with hatred and words.
They did so many things that I thought were so absurd.
I was bothered.
And so I promised I would fight them until I die.
I wouldn't let them harm me, even if they made me cry.
But that was all a lie.
Now mirror, mirror why am I suddenly green?
What's wrong with my eyes and why am I so mean?
I'm on the wrong team.
I used to fight monsters and everything they've done.
Like taking away my innocence and destroying all my fun.
But now I'm becoming one.
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