I stand before the glass, it pulls me in, A thousand cracks, a thousand sins. Each shard whispers who I used to be, But none of them look quite like me. Is this the truth, or just a disguise? A fractured world behind my eyes. Caught in a mirror maze, I’m spinning around, Lost in the silence, no way out. Every reflection feels like a lie, A face I know, but can’t recognize. The walls close in, they shift and gleam, A labyrinth built from broken dreams. Every turn, I’m back to the start, Chasing the shadow of my own heart. The edges cut deep, but I can’t look away, Each wound a map of the roles I played. If I shatter it all, will I find what’s true? Or will I vanish, like the rest of the view? Is there a way to break through the glass? Or am I a prisoner of my past? Caught in a mirror maze, I’m spinning around, Lost in the silence, no way out. Every reflection feels like a lie, A face I know, but can’t recognize.