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The Other Side of the Mirror


Looking into a reflection of who I once knew, as she was wanting to come out to play.


The day I let her out from the other side of the mirror was signing my death warrant and lead me to dismay.

The light side of me is returning, as the changes are entering through me like a vast storm ready to tear me apart from the emotional debris leaving me in such a lonely feeling state.

There is love here, as I know it, but can't go through the other side of the mirror as my soul transforms and a language I need to translate.



Will love come to me, and will my happy ending come soon, as the waiting game continues for all I want: power, love, beauty, or was it inside me all along?

The other side of the mirror took me to a dimension of pain, anger, resentment, and bitterness that my tongue could not bare to lick as everything turned out so wrong.

Going through the stages like a rapid, loopy roller coaster as the other side of the mirror only deceived me with lies.

Btoken promises of standing strong only to push away and hurt those who want to get close to me in so many ways as the other side of the mirror dies.



She was beautiful, and she was powerful in the ways that were not correct as I lay dumb.

I feel reborn yet ignorant to a world of coldness and sunshine as my head lies low in shame and wanting to scream and shed tears of the built in hurt that results me numb.

Wanting all that everyone else feeling they have is like a timeless wait that may feel it will last a long century and my body craves the desire to be all I was and more.

I have to shatter what is on the other side of the mirror, and I have to open the next door.



As being alone on the other side of the mirror was not enough, for there are many things I can not bare to grasp and handle as my heart has always been weak.

Giving up because I thought I lost the battle, as I lost everything in this journey, only to gain back me. and reinvent myself as the more dominant and loving soul so meek.

I don't have much but a heart, and I don't have much but myself as the other side of the mirror turned me into something I was not ever meant to be.

I couldn't bare the pain as guilt tortures me for ever leaving to the other side of the mirror as I was always weak being confused for strong as the remains of me are no longer dormant for everyone to see.



The other side of the mirror has shattered, as I now stand alone.

The other side of the mirror is deceptive, as I now feel lonely and on my own.

The other side of the mirror dug me a well deep to where I feel I have no help crawling out.

The other side of the mirror was the dark side of me unleashed and that was what this was all about. 


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