Hall of Mirrors

In my hall of mirrors
What do you see?
What do I see?
A hundred different reflections of myself
The child,
The adult,
The ghost,
The ghost that walks beside me,
That is me,
Unshaped by my future hands,
The past imprint of self
That never leaves,
The whispers of truth and lies
And dappled grey paranoia,
Shades of imperfections dancing in the light,
The split of my broken, hidden self
All alone.

In my hall of mirrors
What do you see?
What do I see?

Me.

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