Behind My Mirror

behind my mirror
i lie in fear
dying awake
the future unclear
you look at me
and think i should
be what you see
i wish i could

but i stand
behind the glass
hoping that
you wont see past

past the life you think i live
past the happiness you say i give
past my outward ways of life
past my joy in a plastic knife

but theres a real knife
its made of steel
it pierces my heart
reminding me its real

reminding me
that i can never be
all that you
would love to believe
but thats the problem
this reflective glass
only shows the outside
it will never let you pass

pass on through
to the other side
pass by the places
that i love to hide

because if i let you
know where i dwell
i know that things
can no longer be well

you are afraid
and selfish i know
because my true colors
you dont want to know
you say you do
i dont believe
to many times
have i been left here to bleed

but there is one
who will know me well
the name i suppose
i cannot freely tell
why you may ask
well this you may know
it is a friend
to whom true colors can show

because i know
that when i hide
somehow or another
we will collide
in darkened chambers
and in hollow rooms
there is a friendship
that ripens and blooms

like a blue rose
when it is true
is not something a farmer
will admit that he grew
because if he does
others will pry
as they claw at secrets
his blue rose will die
wither and fade
shrivel and bare
and soon enough
nothing shall be there

so the dear farmer
a kindhearted one
holds on to this treasure
and shows not a one
because something like this
too good to be true
will quickly fade
if you let it escape you

so as i hold on
please do the same
if we share our cards
we will conquer this game

so when the blue
turns into gray
please be strong
and dont decay
black and white
and now the grey
hold on to me
and you'll be okay

as for myself
i will be too
because i will never
be stronger than you

you are so wise
yet still are so real

your emotions are true
your heart i can feel

so now as we both
jump from this spot
know that we both
somehow will be caught
our rope of three strands
cannot be torn
will look brighter each day
never dull and worn

because even now
as we both tug
this friendship will not
fit under the rug

like a new gift
i know you are there
to give me a lift
to show that you care
and i trust you
will too agree
you've found a friend
..a hope inside of me