"Reflection"
I look at you; you look at me.
Do you ever wish to be free?
To be yourself, be your own,
Rather then from me take loan?
For you're not me; no, not at all!
If I go up, then you must fall.
And if I fear the dawn someday,
Then bravely face it you just may!
Should the path so dark be mine,
Then in the light for me you'll pine.
We were made to be as one,
But tell me: 'tis it pain or fun?
There you are; there you'll remain,
Prey to all I feel or feign!
For my joy, you know grief,
In my pain you find relief.
That one should suffer for one
To know instead joy and fun
Is never kind, nor is it fair
For either to love what the other bears!
The tears I cry make you laugh;
Yes, pain tickles my other half.
One into two, look in a mirror,
For when one sobs, the other will leer.
This day is bad; this day I hate.
Alarm was broke; to school was late.
I look to you, and what greets me,
But joy and love and shrieks of glee!
That all my woes make you more glad,
Does nothing but make me more mad!
The more rage felt, the more love shown!
The more wind bites, the more breeze blows!
More I hate you, more you love me!
Stop this! Stop this! Oh, set me free!
…And now you lay upon the floor.
Broken. Beaten. Torment no more.