Reality Twisting

I look back on melodramatic scribblings  
of my more distant youth—
Eerie yet foretelling quips that never became story.  
I am forever looking back to mourn the memory of where I've been
And madly tracing unrelenting twisting pathways of what could be.
 
Too many times I have seen myself in a strangers eyes  
And known we are more alike than the world sees.  
Still, I shut everyone away like boards on windows
Too afraid of my own darkness to let them in beside me.  
 
I am becoming lost inside metaphors, parables, and prophecies—
A world full of magic, monsters, and saviors.  
The person that wakes up in my body each day is my chosen adversary,
With my triumphs and afflictions alike staring back at me like a thousand mirrors.