The Person in the Mirror

There was a person, who was stuck in a mirror. Stuck in a mirror, they cried out and pleaded. "Why, oh why, am I stuck in this mirror?"

Desperately pleading, until one day. Another came in view of the mirror. The two talked and talked, striking up a kinship.

One of friendship, maybe one of love? There was this nagging feeling, one the person cannot itch. What happens if, the person outside the mirror disappeared in a pinch?

There was no need to worry, no need to cry. But it still tugged at their heart and made them want to pry. Pry apart this person, pry into their day...

Maybe they can open up, so they can stay? Nothing really matters, and nothing really is there. All hope in reality, all hope and care.

What's a little use if none of it is real? Can't escape this pain at all... To the person beyond the mirror, please don't fret.

You just haven't found, the right one yet.