My heart is a maze
Made of twists and turns
Confusing me
By each move I make
I run into dead-ends
At times I go in circles
I run into obstacles
And too many cracks
Each crack different
But yet many similarities.
My heart is a house of mirrors
Nothing is as it seems
Don't know what's real or not
Too many mirrors
Reflected each and every way
Some distorted
While others are clear.
