The Mirrors

This poem will get really confusing if you don't read it right or pay attention...so enjoy and tell me what you think. :) Love, DarkSuicide

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Quietly I stroll to my mirror,
Looking inside I see are all my fears.
What souls, so placid and cold,
Passing across my mirrors folds.
I lean in close and look in deep,
Praying to find something to keep.
Back and forth, my eyes do find,
Something to satisfy my withered mind.
Reaching into the cold shimmering glass,
My hand sinks in all too fast.
I find my arm on the other side,
TO find what it is my heart abides.
My body steps through with a shuttering cry,
And I look around in fine surprise.
I glace about once more,
To find what my dear heart adores.
Something floating past my ear,
I reach out hoping this object will banish my fears.
My hands close around a mysterious thing,
And as soon as it does, it begins to sing . . .
I bring this glowing picture to my face,
And look at it with great growing haste.
I find myself looking in a mirror,
And realize I've found my greatest fear.
Reflected back to me,
Is something I never wanted to see;
A little girl bleeding from the wrist,
With a suicide note written in bliss.
So I lean closer and stare so more,
To find this little girl on the floor,
Staring at me with eyes open wide,
Begging me to be by her side.
But as much as I wish I could be,
I can not be, for this girl is me.