Inside the Lookingglass

I never see myself in the Lookingglass

I stare at the stranger standing before me

She beckons for me to follow her as she turns

And walks to the stairs inside the mirror

Disappearing through the door at the top of the steps

In fear, I back away from the Lookingglass

And run from the near-empty ballroom

I swear I won’t go back to look in the mirror

I swear to stay away from the ballroom

But it is always a lie, for I always go back

I always look in the mirror, and I always see the same thing

The stranger staring back at me

She beckons to me and turns

This time, I follow along behind her

Passing through the glass of the mirror

As if it was made of water, to never return

To my side of the Lookingglass again