I am living in a mirror,
I can never measure up.
I am stuck inside this world of reflection,
I can only see myself.
The outside world is very dim, just only a faded picture.
The view from inside this mirror is twisted and distorted.
In this dim reality I can only see myself.
I am now locked inside a prison of darkness,
there is no way out.
I try to break free of this prison of mirrors,
but trying to break the mirrors only breaks me.
Like an old rag doll laying limp in a dark, forgotten corner, I sit inside my mirrored prison broken and alone.
Voices whisper all around me.
They take me apart and break me down and tell me I am all alone.
I believe them and acccept their reality as my own.
Until one day, rays of light pierce the darkness all around me.
A hand reaches out for me offering freedom in the light from the mirrors and the hateful spite.
But the light hurts more than the voices inside.
I beg for it to stop. I feel as if I will die
But It won't.
it just keeps keeps beckoning me into the light.
So, slowly, I move towards the light.
The mirrors begin to shatter and break as I walk.
I walk into light on the shards of my past life.
Now I have found a new reality!
There are no longer mirrors, but windows so I can see
I can see the beautiful outside world and not just me.