Crimson ores scatter along the linear path
Glass panes protrude from each side
Panic takes over as I see many variations of myself
The mirror to my left
Depicts me getting stabbed in the back by my closest friend
I watch as my life force leaves my body
While my face shows a sense of betrayel I have never felt before
I quickly try to look away
Another mirror comes into my field of vision
The mirror to my right
Depicts me as a freak
I am frolicking in the public streets nude
People from all qualities of life are judging me
Their stares burn a literal hole into my exposed skin
However I keep on moving with embarrassing poses
I want this path of mirrors to end
I close my eyes in hopes of achieving bliss
Unknowingly running into my greatest obstacle
I run into a solid object causing me to open my eyes
To my dismay it is another mirror
However this time it is an actual reflection of my self
I wave my hand at the mirror and my reflection waves back
I sigh in relief believing the path is over
But little did I know the reflection in front of me would show me all of my flaws
Enabling me to finally see the man it was trying to force me to see all along
The man I have regrettably become
But most importantly the man I intend to change
©kamen1
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