Fun House

I can't contain it any longer
I'm spewing my insides--vomitting on reflex
Skip the litmus this time
I know it's acid; it's burning my throat

I trusted a mirror I designed myself
and now there's no way out of this fun house
My distorted image is a useless guide
Stuck in an infinite corridor behind the glass

I thought time would heal this sickness
I thought I had actually changed
Guess I was too focused on myself
to realize how selfish I still am

Reflections of Truth

Self-reflection is somewhat skewed for me
It’s as illusory as a mirror
I find that the lettering on my shirt is backwards

So quick to judge others
Yet unable to adequately judge myself

My perception is only an interpretation
I want the truth