My Magic Mirror

I say:

There is nothing fantastical
Magical
Breathtaking—

She says:

Everything is fantastical
Magical
Breathtaking—

About life, living, having lived
being allowed to

About life, living, having lived
being allowed to

About love, loving, having loved
being loved back

About love, loving, having loved
being loved back

About dreams, dreaming, having dreamt—
Having the chance to

About dreams, dreaming, having dreamt—
Having the chance to

About everything

About everything

You get tired of it, I get tired of it

You get tired of it? Oh, I'd never

Not in a hundred, in a million
incessant lightyears

Oh, hush.

Oh, I'd never.

These rules, these
Untiring
Never-tiring rules

These rules, these incessant, untiring
Never-tiring rules

That the common man, that I
Speak of—it tires me.

That you speak of

It holds me in place
In jail

bring order
give sense

Where there is no
Freedom

provide the limit to right and
wrong

No life
No love

it shouldn't tire you, I say
I say, don't feel tired

No dreams
No everything

Never.
Not in a hundred, in a million
lightyears

And only—
Nothing

Rather, be thankful it brings
Discipline, order, sense
Limits

And you call me bitter?

When there is no freedom
no life,
no love,
no dreams

No everything and only—
Nothing

Ha. Oh, I say
But a mere prisoner is what I am.

Hating all these, of course I'd call you bitter

You wouldn't listen.

You, who is but a prisoner of no one
of nothing

But yourself

So, tell me.

Why should I listen?

A/N: And here, I sigh. The hardest part was getting Fictionpress's editing box to cooperate, I tell you. It is the meanest thing, ever.D: GAH.

Hmm, it sems that I only write poetry when school asks me to. Haha, yes. This was done as a part a of compilation of themed poems, it's a requirement for our third grading period. And this is for 'Enemy'.:) Can you tell why?:D