Narcissism is like living in a hall of mirrors
What is real?
What is just a reflection?
Lost in my house of horror I built as a fortress long ago
Trapped in my world of broken mirrors that go on as far as I can see
reflecting back only what I want to see
and telling me lies
I feel confused and disoriented
sometimes the glittering daggers cut deep.
but these shards of broken glass
are part of a puzzle waiting to be put together
in which lives beauty and truth
if only I knew with which piece to begin.