Mirrors Fun House

It flatters, the looking glass, that I’m in no need of a belt  

The tall, foggy mirror makes me look svelte  

The echo behind me, plump with a tad look depressed  

Detaches from the delight of the place, to connect.  

That look-alike wears a frown, and that one wears a grin  

Though this one’s not facing me, that wiggles its finger from within 

It grabs me by the shoulder, takes me for a spin  

It’s anyone’s win now, to escape what’s now outside-in.  

Which one’s just but a reflection, which one’s the real me?  

Is it me or he or she, let’s see, there’s one and two and three? 

Can’t hide or run or flee, when can’t even guess which one is thee  

It is the fortune of the glass, that no one cares to foresee.  

I’m me when I wake, so I am when I’m asleep  

The closet monster’s a creep, while my teddy bears count sheep 

Am I to recognize as myself, as the ones walking backwards deep in? 

And sneer and weep, while outside laughter seeps to a tiny shriek.  

To let the scary reflections out—come, let’s play! Let us play house!  

You go home with Mom and Dad, it’s my turn to play trapped mouse  

Embrace the warmth that has been stolen, while my screams turn to shouts  

And walk steps backwards into darkness, with no coordination, no whereabouts.  

Go home to rest your dizzy head, claim your place in the town 

Claim to be part of me, with no fear of faceless clowns  

That cane the stallions to arouse the audience, and drown my cry within the crowd 

With no doubt it’s me in the bed, not under it, neither I’m trapped in the fun house.