The Mirror
Tears to my eyes, in my despise. For what I have become is right, but the truth is out of sight.
This mirror; its reflection is bold.
This mirror; my hand rests opon its cold face.
This mirror; looks back at me as him.
This mirror; makes dreams come true.
In this mirror, looking at it never blinking,
only to focus on who I really am.
This mirror; its reflection is bold.
This mirror; my paw rests opon its cold face.
This mirror; looks back at him as me,
This mirror; makes truth into dreams.
In this mirror, I can only dream about the truth.
The truth is me.