Our World of Mirrors
By: Opal Soul

The world revolves
Whether you're here or there
But you can't see that
Only about yourself do you care

It's no use to tell you
To look all around
You wouldn't see anyway
That nothing is your own

You're in a world of mirrors
Everywhere you look you see your face
It's impossible for you
To see that's not the case
You can't see beyond your mirrors
Your selfishness has you blinded
The good of one, one alone
Your ideas are setminded

When will you learn?
When will you see?
It's not about you
It's not about me
It's about the two of us together
Working together, crying together
Fighting together, sticking together
Living together, dying together
And in eternity-- for forever
That's together

The pain sears through us all
When reality connects
We see our selfishness
And don't like what it suggests

We'll all guilty of the same
My eyes are blinded too
I can't shift all the blame
Can't shift the blame on you

We're in a world of mirrors
It's blocking our vision and view
I see me, me, and me
You see you, only you
When will we stop fighting?
It's not helping us at all
When will we start listening
To the hearts' calls?
You don't think it matters
But the mirrors have to shatter
Only then can we see
Only then will be
Together

When will we learn?
When will we see?
It's not about you
It's not about me
It's about the two of us together
Working together, crying together
Fighting together, sticking together
Living together, dying together
And in eternity-- for forever
That's together

Well, guys? What do you think? Actually I wrote this a while ago . . . believe it or not this was for a history assignment. Haha. I found it in my drive and decided to change it a little bit. For those of you who are actually waiting for my stories . . . they're coming! School just ended for me and as soon as I find more inspiration they'll be up! And suggestions of what you'd like to see happen in the future are welcome. Flames or suggestions at OR ks for all the feedback and reviews, guys!
Thanks to: my wonderful spell-check and of course my history teacher. Haha.
"If I am a jewel, as a dear friend once flirtatiously dubbed me, I am an opal. Fiery ice swirling in the milk-white of innocence. Passion and compassion. Myself to the core." Surprisingly enough, I wrote that. It's just to clarify any questions on my strange pen-name.