Mirror MirrorAre you my lover good and true
Who shows me all that I can do
Or are you the beast upon my back
Waiting for the right attack?
In the mirror you show me
All the things that I might be.
Or is it that you limit me
To only what you want to see?
Perhaps you're not outside at all
Mirror, mirror on the wall;
The image that I see with dread
Might just live inside my head.
© Sonja Torres 1999