Maybe I’m extraordinary,
But that’s the life I choose.
XV.
One thing about this land
That I still fail to understand
The people always look to blame,
Their own mistakes on another’s name.
XVI.
Your beauty
Comes not from your face
But from deep within,
From your priceless grace.
XVII.
You are one of virtue
Far beyond your years.
Though the world may hurt you,
He’ll be there to wipe your tears.
XVIII.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see through the mask that you’re showing me?
Do you see something worthless, a piece of trash?
Or do you see what you are, a doll of glass.
Your beautiful smile is always there,
Your porcelain skin and your silken hair.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see through the mask that you’re showing me?
XIX.
Given day and Given night.
Given dreams and Given light.
Who am I to live this life?
And who is He who took my strife?
XX.
Trapped in a room of looking glass
Forced to see my face.
Does this glass reflect my past,
Or does it show this place?