• i dream so fervently, i've forgotten which is me
    am i the one who is looking, or the one i can see?
    at first i think the person in the mirror is a reflection of me
    but then i realize the mirror is a line of symmetry
    so my reflection is me but an axis away
    even so, when i go, he doesn't stay
    in the world of the mirror does this me do what i do?
    has he had his heart broken by a mirror you?
    if so, i pity him and his mirrored pain
    it must be hard, that cheerful mask to maintain
    i know firsthand how hard, but not impossible
    the extent of the fraud, anyone it will fool
    even you think i'm happy when that's not the truth
    when you're heart breaks once, so ends your youth
    and all its vibrant fancies and contingent smiles
    all your playgrounds become obstacles and trials
    you, in the mirror, if we are the same
    and just separated by a sheet of glass within this frame
    then smile a real smile, so that i can smile too
    be happy and maybe over the axis, it'll bleed through
    just promise me it'll be okay, and you will endeavor
    i need this for myself, now more than ever