"To whom I seek through the mirror is one that is not human; thrusting all thoughts to one tiny spec, than longing a huge answer. For what I see is normality, but a harsh, cruel reality. People come, people go. There is nothing to it, but a simple throw. I see, and hear. There is no one there, but a mirror that makes me look inferior in dark times, or good. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters in the mind of a child, though wants to grow up. Having trouble, oh dear. Trap between worlds of reality,"