I'm sitting alone on a chair in the middle of a room surrounded by tall shattered mirrors
The room is dark but somehow I manage to see the images on the mirrors
So many reflections!
Who are these people in the mirror?
Are these people reflections of who I am?
What are all these broken pieces?
Are they part of me ?
Are they part of the mirror?
Am I broken?
Is it just an illusion?
Looking to my left I see a ghost
Looking to my right I see a monster
I can see the images in the mirror talking and I hear them say
I'm a bad person
Others saying I'm selfish
Others saying I'm dark
But I couldn't care less about what these strangers had to say about me
But then I became aware of the fact that these are my reflections.
Even I, can't recognize who I am
Even I can't recognize what I've become
This is terrifying.
Am I the monster on my right?
Am I the ghost on my left?
Who am I then?
What am I?
Then I asked myself
Should I believe the images I see?
Am I just a reflection of bad?
Am I just a reflection of immorality?
Am I just a reflection of envy?
I tried screaming but the only voice I heard was that in my head
It shattered the glass into more pieces
More images of me in broken pieces
I realized the images i see are my thoughts
My darkest secrets,
My quiet screams,
My trapped nature,
So much mystery in broken glasses
So much misery in broken glasses
I asked myself why do I see a ghost then in my reflections?
The images gave me an answer which is
"I wasn't living life"