You don't see me standing next to you
Not until you turn around
You act surprised, but I just smile
I look in that glass

I don't see a thing but air
The walls around me
Your frightened face
I laugh

I don't know what I am
I can't tell anymore
As I stare into that glass
I see I am nothing

I am a doll
Somebody's plaything
I have been a puppet all my life
I keep on staring

That glass begins to reflect what I am
I see black, I see other things
I see things I didn't know were there
I become frightened

I didn't know these things lived in me
I didn't want to
I want to stop looking
I've dug too deep

I'm transfixed on the glass
I want this to stop
As I scream for it to
A feather brushes my face

I stop and watch it
The things in the glass disappear
I think that feather is part of me
Not merely a distraction

I look back into the mirror
And I see nothing again
I decide being nothing is all right for now
But I grasp the feather tightly

It is my innocence