The sad truth

In the mirror 

behind the thin glass,

there lives hatred

as a result of the past.

I smile

she frowns

the mirror plays a sick game

called inside out

it never lies

its known for it truth

she shares reality

which is always a different story

I am standing,

she is kneeling.

I have a posture

she has no structure

she is the true me 

and I am the fake her

through people I see limited happiness

I see their plans of who should be

I'm afraid of my reflection

it duplicates me weak.

yet she wants to be free

she wants to exchange with me

how do I make her understand?

if only she knew

how hard it is to be true

from behind this thin glass

Zamoe*