Mirrors

Stained glass reflections

Sharp pieces of my skin

Brain washed lessons

A glossy part of me

I'm surrounded by a broken fun-house maze

I see people I've never seen

So many just like what I've been

But I can't look into those mirrors

Because I don't see myself

When I wanna break like glass

All I need is to look ahead

Into your mirrors

And I shatter on the spot