Mirror Mirror on the Wall...
Why do you laugh when you see me fall?
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Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
why do you laugh when you see me fall?
And why does it feel like I’m never the same,
when I look at you, when you call my name?
But I know,
That life isn’t what you say,
And I know that it isn’t as hard or as easy,
as you make it out to be.
And I know I’m pissed off, there’s nothing to do,
except for me to think about yelling at you,
and how I should have shut up because you are me,
and being myself isn’t always easy.
And I know,
That life is more beautiful,
than the doubts and the fears that I have,
And this pain isn’t that bad.
If I take this hammer and I break you down,
would you haunt me and be all around?
I know I can not escape from these lies,
of reflections, kingdoms, and crying eyes.
So I know,
That this story will come to an end,
That these wounds will heal again,
And I will be myself.
.......
Have you ever wondered what it’d really be like,
if someone just walked up, and gave you the mike,
and you were in control for half a day,
what would you do, and what would you say?
Please know,
that I know how to talk and to pray,
that I know that it will end out okay.
That the end will turn out fine.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
I didn’t laugh when I saw you fall,
please tell me that you’ll be alright,
I can’t look at you and sleep at night,
You know,
I’m betting you are close to the end,
of this poem of empty hands,
But please say...
I..
I am who I am who I am,
and I’m all that I can be for certain,
And know,
that I’m here to help you through all your times,
when you can’t get back up from your crying.
Please take my hand.
Peace,
Beebes
why do you laugh when you see me fall?
And why does it feel like I’m never the same,
when I look at you, when you call my name?
But I know,
That life isn’t what you say,
And I know that it isn’t as hard or as easy,
as you make it out to be.
And I know I’m pissed off, there’s nothing to do,
except for me to think about yelling at you,
and how I should have shut up because you are me,
and being myself isn’t always easy.
And I know,
That life is more beautiful,
than the doubts and the fears that I have,
And this pain isn’t that bad.
If I take this hammer and I break you down,
would you haunt me and be all around?
I know I can not escape from these lies,
of reflections, kingdoms, and crying eyes.
So I know,
That this story will come to an end,
That these wounds will heal again,
And I will be myself.
.......
Have you ever wondered what it’d really be like,
if someone just walked up, and gave you the mike,
and you were in control for half a day,
what would you do, and what would you say?
Please know,
that I know how to talk and to pray,
that I know that it will end out okay.
That the end will turn out fine.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
I didn’t laugh when I saw you fall,
please tell me that you’ll be alright,
I can’t look at you and sleep at night,
You know,
I’m betting you are close to the end,
of this poem of empty hands,
But please say...
I..
I am who I am who I am,
and I’m all that I can be for certain,
And know,
that I’m here to help you through all your times,
when you can’t get back up from your crying.
Please take my hand.
Peace,
Beebes
