Mirror Mirrior...

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Am I looking at myself at all.
I don't recognise the one I see,
So shallow but still so deep.

Somehow this picture is still not clear,
I see too many scar's which look like fear.
Fear of thoughts which are so unclear,
Fear of people who were so near.

But the harder I stare,
I see a picture which is true and fair.
Below the scar's on my face,
I see a glow similar to that of a mace.

I wonder how I got this way,
I wonder how the near one's went away.
But in the end these scar's don't matter,
Right now I wanna dissapear, just fly away on my zephyr.