Reflections


A house of mirrors and darkness,
My face a thousand times,
Reflected, Projected,
To twist and bend the mind.

Am I even real?
The faces tell me nothing,
Just stare.
If I reach up to touch my face,
Will it be glass that I feel there?

The crystal girl is leering,
Her face a-warp in glass,
Her smile twisting cruelly,
Her laughter sounding crass.

And suddenly I wonder,
Do I lead or does she?
I move,
She moves,
She moves me.

A house of mirrors and darkness,
My face a thousand times,
Reflected, Projected,
To twist and bend the mind.

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