It\'s like I\'m in a room
Full of doors, windows, and mirrors
I have rings on my fingers
Each dead-end door leads me to a new ring
Each window I go through distracts me from where I am
But I always have to go back where I was
I\'m constantly craving freedom
So the doors take up most of my time
But sometimes a mirror catches my attention
My reflection, a thing I thought I knew well
Turns into something else
Someone else
They pull me in, cradle me as I fall in love
with a false sense of security
But the longer I stay the more the figure changes
The more my guard rises
I step away
They reach for me
Only pushing me further away
The mirror starts to crack and the figure disappears
I stare at it for a while
Wishing for what was once there to come back
I want the figure to go back to the way it was when I first saw it
But it\'s too late
Too far gone
My heart begins to ache
Another reason to lock another door
Something that could have been more
But now it\'s nothing
My rings comfort me, as I twist them around my fingers
They tell me to keep going
I am so close to finding the right door