The Mirror Room

I’m in the mirror room again. Nothing but reflections on reflections.

You can’t hide from the truth because facts don’t win elections.

Wherever you look – another portrait of you, distorted and agonized.

The ones that did it to you run free as devil can’t be penalized.

Everything you see is yourself, and it’s wrong, insufficient, insulting.

Why can’t you take a point chisel to the surface for some sculpting?

Your breath doesn’t taint the picture, it only enhances the desire

To throw yourself against the sharp edges of narcissism for hire.

The light is too bright, it’s blinding you into revealing the mistakes –

All the regrets or moments of doubt are baked into remakes.

You shut your eyes but the reflector in your brain keeps peeking

Into the mirror room again while your confidence keeps leaking.

What are you seeking in those charmed reflections?

Why aren’t you leaving?