The Edge
It was quite unexpected
I really didn't expect him to bring it
But he did
It was the best high
Of
My
Life
I couldn't believe it
It was so unreal
I looked in the mirror
And saw a monster starring back at me
Maybe it was the drugs
I don't know
I know that I didn't like what I saw
Purple hair, the piercings, tattoos, everything
That I thought was me
Was something that wasn't
They were simply a mask
Carefully applied to hide
Who I was
A creature created for society
Created for failure
Nothing less was expected
I saw my dreams in that mirror
All broken and impossible
I saw my costumed figure
Ready to break out of the shell
One quick move and I was set free
Broken mirror on the floor around my feet
No longer could I see the monster
That was me
To end it all
Would be a terrorism act
For those addicted to mirrors
"Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest one of all"
Wicked Stepmother was wrong
Mirrors show you what you want to see
Anyone is capable of creating a mask
That is visible to anyone
And hiding who they are
Whatever he gave me allowed me to see
Those mirrors are not everything
They have a way of breaking your dreams
By showing you who they are
The edge of the mirror was sharp
Sharper than I thought
Did more damage than I needed it to
But enough to solve the problems
I will never forget the reflections that I saw
As I lay shattered amongst the broken reflective shards
I found the way out of my reflection
But I disliked what was there
Without the mirror it was easier
To solve the problems
Without watching yourself fail