Life is a labyrinth of mirrors,
Past regrets coming back to haunt me,
Old self\'s staring with disappointment,
Its a gaze I want to flee,
Dead ends and sorrow,
Running in a circle,
Falling to the ground,
Hopelessness eternal,
When I look at my reflection,
I see my story,
My past present and future,
Etched into my skin with all the sadness and glory,
I don\'t see the person I hate,
I see the person I want to be,
I see new worlds with good and bad,
My imagination as my key,
A mirror creates an illusion,
Most, when looking choose to see their faults,
They refuse to look deeper then the surface,
So they continue their hate myself waltz,
My life may be painful,
It has had many trials,
But I will continue to believe,
And I will travel many more miles.