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  201.     

See Me In The Mirror

Do you see me standing here,
locked up inside your mirror?
I watch you every day,
standing here inside your mirror.
Why can’t you look over here
at your mirror and see me floating,
waiting to be heard.
I talk to you for hours but
you never hear.
Your mirror keeps me bound
here, unable to touch, stuck in here.
I see you look around nervously,
as if you can sense my presence in here.
I shout, I stomp, I scream and yell.
You turn, quickly, to your mirror.
Your eyes widen with fear.
No! , I yell as you turn away.
Please don’t leave me alone in here.
It’s cold and lonely, please speak to me.
Your shoulders stiffen and
then relax outside your mirror.
Finally, you look at me and speak.
You ask me why I’m here and stay.
I tell you I don’t know.
I’m just stuck standing in your mirror.
You poor thing, you say, feeling sorry for me.
It’s alright, I say, you’ve kept me company all day.
You come closer and stand nearer to your mirror.
You raise your hand to the glass, and I raise mine.
A vibrant burst of beautiful light emanates from your mirror.
Real. I feel your hand touch mine.
I feel the roughness and the smoothness.
Free at last, I am finally real, to come and go as I feel.
To touch and be touched, and to give and take.
I kiss your cheeks and your mouth.
Thank you, I tell your shocked face.
Your rough hands cup my shocked face.
You return my hesitant kisses with your assured ones.
You are mine, girl in the mirror, you tell me.
I am yours, boy outside the mirror, I tell you.
Finally we are together.
 
Brooke Harris

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  202.     

Mirror, Mirror

I look into the mirror
I ask myself 'Why can't I look like her? '
She's pretty, everything a guy wants
The reflection of me is nothing compared to her

She has everything, every guy
I stand in the mirror
Asking myself 'What do I have to do to get a guy? '
The reflection of me has faded away as I walk away

My reflection is nothing but lies
Slowly I walk back to mirror
Saying like the witch 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall who

is the fairest one of all? '

My reflection fades has her's appears
I jump back and walk away once agian
Knowing that I can't cry
Cause I know thats the only truth

She is better than me and always will be
I will never live up to her
The reflection in the mirror has told me nothing but

lies
Lies that has taken over me
She has everything and everyone bowed down at her

side
Like a queen she think she is
Like the ruler of all nations

Mirror Mirror On the wall
I know I am better than she
One day some how some where
I will be married and happy, more happier than ever
One day I will go back to the mirror
Saying 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the fairest

one of all? '
It is me of course...That is one day one chance I

have to prove to her that I am better than she
That I can get a guy for once
Reflections is slowly coming back
Now the lies are covered in the past
And the truth is finally coming out


(Nov 28,2006)
 
Heather Hill

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  203.     

Mirror, Mirror

I look into the mirror
I ask myself 'Why can't I look like her? '
She's pretty, everything a guy wants
The reflection of me is nothing compared to her

She has everything, every guy
I stand in the mirror
Asking myself 'What do I have to do to get a guy? '
The reflection of me has faded away as I walk away

My reflection is nothing but lies
Slowly I walk back to mirror
Saying like the witch 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall who

is the fairest one of all? '

My reflection fades has her's appears
I jump back and walk away once agian
Knowing that I can't cry
Cause I know thats the only truth

She is better than me and always will be
I will never live up to her
The reflection in the mirror has told me nothing but

lies
Lies that has taken over me
She has everything and everyone bowed down at her

side
Like a queen she think she is
Like the ruler of all nations

Mirror Mirror On the wall
I know I am better than she
One day some how some where
I will be married and happy, more happier than ever
One day I will go back to the mirror
Saying 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the fairest

one of all? '
It is me of course...That is one day one chance I

have to prove to her that I am better than she
That I can get a guy for once
Reflections is slowly coming back
Now the lies are covered in the past
And the truth is finally coming out
 
ESPN CHICK

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  204.     

Within Their Silent, Perfect Glass

Within their silent perfect glass
The mirror waters, vast and clear,
Reflect the silhouette of rocks,
Dark faces brooding on the shore.

Within their silent, perfect glass
The mirror waters show the sky;
Clouds skim across the mirror's face,
And dim its surface as they die.

Within their silent, perfect glass
The mirror waters image storm;
They glow with lightning, but the blast
Of thunder do not mar their calm.

Those mirror waters, as before,
Still lie in silence, vast and clear.

The mirror me, I mirror them,
As true a glass as they I am:
And as I turn away I leave
The images that gave them form.

Dark rocks must menace from the shore,
And thunderheads grow large with rain;
Lightning must flash above the lake,
And I must mirror and pass on,
Onward and onward without end.
 
Adam Mickiewicz

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