A house of MiRRorS Without doors

I've been here
Before,
Caught in a
Loop,
In This house of
MiRRorS Without
Doors,
where everyone
Stoops because
they cannot Stand
For Their Own
Truth,
Or justify what
Life is for.

Running from love
Since none of
My identities are
Worthy,
And...
There's never
Been a genuine
Me.

You see..
I Am the MiRRorS
My sweet...
Reflecting nothing..
(And the voices
Ask me why I drink!)
Hating..
Because pain is
The price we
Pay for loving.
And ..
I've always been
Broken.

Fuck it
Never mind....