Sweet Irony

Look in the mirror, don't dare look away
For it will soon be day
Drunk with life
Someday, I shall be a wife
Trapped inside a locked box
My sanity remains settle
Everyday, someone decides to knock
Soon, water will boil over the kettle
Daylight has come
My reflection is still dark
Somewhere I hear a hum
No, thats a viscous bark
For you, I will remain as happy as a lark.