Mirror

Looking through the mirror,

Looking into your world, 

Knowing how you are truly doing,

It’s the hardest thing to know. 

So close to you, yet so far away.

We are nearly the same.

Your feelings hidden so deep within,

That they will never, ever show.

Every day I come,

To know what you are thinking, 

To see what is within,

But is it ever to be known?

I’ll try again tomorrow,

Until I can no longer breathe, 

But promise, 

Promise me, 

When you lay before the throne,

Your heart’s convictions never killed.