Mirrors all you see is reflexions
how do you know that what you see is real
all i see when i look into a mirrior
is everything appears backwards
My house reminds me of a fun house
we have mirrors in almost every room
all we need is a pointed roof over our heads
and we will be living just like those circus clowns do
Only we'd be all different shapes and sizes
we'd have big fat eyes and really thin bodies
we would look like we were on some sorta drug overload
we have to look in mirrors all the time
People obess over looks all the time
and it gets so that they need to carry mirrors all around
you cant even pass a mirror without looking in it
there is all sorts small, long, cubed, and even in cars
the turth of it is that we can not live without mirrors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kristen, good poem, it made me imagine a world without mirrors or reflection of any kind... interesting thought. Well done! ! Brian