The mind is a torturous place. 

It can be a palace of warmth and security 

While also acting as dungeon of inner thoughts.

The palace is the best place to be. 

The garden full of memories

And flowers of hope of who one may want to be. 

The walls are laces with golden purity and joy.

But down below is where no one wants to go. 

Down there there is the truth of how one sees them self.

The dungeon has one simple room that holds a mirror...

A mirror the reflects the troubles of self image and worth.

Worst of all, the mirror encaptures you in who your really are.