Place I Call Home

I talk to mirrors that don't reply

Just fractured light and borrowed eyes

I trace my breath on glass-cold walls

Watching shadows learn to crawl

Every step feels slightly wrong

Like I've been here for far too long

There's a version of me on the other side

Pressed in silence, still alive

If I break the frame, if I bleed the light

Will I cross or disappear tonight?

I need to stand, I need to be lifted

I need myself to be shifted

Into a place that I call home

Into a place where I feel not alone

I need to stand I need to be lifted

I need my soul to be gifted

We need to understand, why we drifted

Glass hearts beating out of time

We learned to smile but never shine

I scream in rooms that swallow sound

Feet still moving, nowhere bound

I wear my scars like second skin

Let the dark leak slowly in

Reflections crack when I get too close

I don't know which one I'm meant to host

I'm suspended in the in-between

Not awake, not in a dream

Break the mirror

Cut the frame

I'm tired of wearing borrowed names

If I shatter, let it show

Even broken light can glow

If we could stand, if we were gifted

We'd understand why we drifted