Mirror Maze I’m tired of getting all these

Blank faces and

Empty Stares.

I’m surrounded by people

But no one’s really there.

Looking at my reflection

Forming a conception,

That I am not all alone. But

Cold glass offers no comfort.

My hearts crying from the hurt,

Of this infectious loneliness.

I spin round in a daze

While crying and screaming

All the while thinking that I’m

Lost in a mirror maze.

‘mirror maze

No one is really there….

When you’re lost in a mirror maze.