She takes a look at me—
A glimpse, a smile,
Or a furious cry,
That could be heard from a million miles.

A shatter I hear,
Coming from a sharp shrill,
From the lass in another realm,
Boldly screaming my name.

A girl appears,
Right in front of me,
Standing and waving,
As I did the same thing.

"Tell me everything!"
She said as I smile,
Glancing her a mile high
"Okay!" is my warmest reply.

So I tell her everything,
Everything about me,
All the strokes that I've continually passing,
Though keeping the real reality.

Another shrill comes along,
Whilst I flinch though it stays strong
She fumes with anger, rages as she smokes,
"Liar!" she tells me and go.

I should have did—
Did the right thing
The mind that I want to conjuring
Now the shattered pieces from the mirror burrow beneath my feet,
Slowly sedating me and put me back into sleep.

I open my eyes;
I face once again the reality,
Although I bump on the boundary
I realize; I should have did the right thing.