Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays a girl I never knew.
A face that tugs at memories.
And whisperes I know you.
Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays a girls forgotten cry.
A face that tugs at sleeping dreams.
And begs me to tell why.
Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays a girls with tears of black.
A face that tugs at past nightmares.
And screams to bring her back.
Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays a girl with torn up sleeves.
A face that tugs at endless thoughts.
And chokes out a soft please.
Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays a girl who's pain is clear.
A face that tugs at picture frames.
And asks me why I'm here.
Inside the mirror, behind the glass.
Lays the girl I use to be.
A face that seems much like mine.
And whisperes set me free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem