House of Mirrors

When I stand before the mirror
It's like a glimpse of illusions I see
Having goosebumps of horror
Its hard to believe whether its me!

'Cause there are a hundred faces
Staring blankly in the bright light
I see a gleeful smile through braces;
Jumping with delight
Or an anguished face tying the laces,
Getting prepared for the fight.

In the cold and pale moonlight
Its all a different story
With depression at its height
And the quickly fading glory
Like dew drops on autumn's yellow,
I see tears on her rosy cheeks
Like a ghostly figure she mixes with the pillow
How desperately its only happiness she seeks---

And she stumbles down the stairs
With the pang of separation in heart,
For whom the most she cares
But alas away they all dart
As the sun rays breakthrough
The window panes show a new face
Learning from past it grew
With absolutely no sorrow as a trace.

When daylight hugs her embrace
Stars shine in her eyes
Wind kisses her red cheeks
With the happiest tidings;
And the silvery mirror it glows
Reflecting the seeds of merriment it sows
And again stands the girl erect
With confidence glittering in her white hect!