There is something
You should know,
It's not something new,
Not something old,
It's just a small request -
Not too hard for you,
It's something going on
Between us some few,
Just tell me if you can
Or I'll make the choice myself,
No beating around the bush,
No lies, not by itself,
Shut me out
Or let me in,
Don't make me a charity,
Don't make lost in between.
Truth of fact is a lie.
Everything is a lie
And I am a fake.
A representation
Of what you wish to see,
A representation
Of what you can be,
A representation
Of what you now are.
A mere mirror reflecting -
A soul is caught inside.
It ensures you punish,
Punish it and yourself -
Because when you get up and go,
Then I will get up and go.
I won't be the one waiting
Or the one looking back,
I won't be any of that.
I'll just be a shattered mirror
And the lie of love -
For how can a reflection love
Anyone other than itself?