Mirror Mirror on the wall, Will your catch me when I fall? Can I rely on you, will you carry me through? And the love I feel, could it be real? Is the love for you, or me? And how could it be?

I think it’s a myth. I think it’s a lie. I think it’s the person in the mirror that I love. I think it’s my own reflection. Maybe it’s my arrogance. Maybe that’s why I feel the way I do. Maybe that’s why I’m all alone. Maybe that’s why no one wants to be around me. I hate the mirror. It feeds me lies. I eat them like a hungry person, desperate for attention, for love. But I can’t find it there. I can’t find love from myself.