The mirror on my wall is a mystery to me.
I gaze into it and what do I see?
At times I can truly see another me.
The person that no one else must ever see:
The mirror's like magic,it doesn't only reflect,
At times the mirror will also project.
Yes! Project some other obscurity.
An image from the past, this other me;
The mirror depicted this other life,
A dastardly deed inflicted upon me,
A life kept hidden from my lovely wife.
No-one, friends or family know of this but me.
The mirror has me in a paranoid state;
As it sits in a constant wait.
This fear doesn't come from me.
It's from the other me inside the mirror you see.
Does the mirror really have a hold on me?
If I get rid of it will I really be free?
Maybe a new one, but no it might start again,
If! I got rid of the other me, then I'd really be free.