An Audience In The House Of Mirrors

All the  mirrors on the wall
serve a purpose
But as yet
I do not know what

Each is a reflection of myself
symmetrical in perfect symmetry
a twisted distortion,
my soul on display.

Light skips past
like the faint sound of a dyeing bee
And inside the house of mirrors
death is truly near.

To shatter this mirror is a sin,
a crime most hainess
Inside the house of mirrors
I am almost famous.

A refelection
talks to me in dreams
It Reaches out a hand
and tries to pull me inside
But I do not want to go …or do I?

The world reflected
is a parallel to our own
An alternative reality,
a new world fully grown

Everything is opposite
This pain is exquisite
Maybe I could be happy?