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.