It’s like a constant battle,
Some kind of competition that I’m having with myself,
I might need some help.
Make it go away.
Sleep doesn’t make it any better.
I just dream about it;
I’m in a room full of mirrors,
And I can’t find the door,
So I’m forced to watch myself at every angle,
Some angles better than others.
Some reflections start to smile at me
A few give a devious glare
Some sit and hang their head
And I haven’t moved.
But I’m not afraid of my moving reflections.
Calmly searching for an exit,
Taking my time,
I see more of the reflections taking a seat,
Hanging their heads.
A few of them begin to bang on the mirrors.
Trapped and frustrated.
Then, I start to feel a hint of fear,
Unsure of what these reflections are capable of.
I frantically search for an escape
Which makes my head spin.
I look at all the reflections
And they all scream and bang
Or sit and weep.
Except one reflection.
It was smiling, laughing.
It showed me the door,
The escape.
The one that smiled knew the way out.
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