Maze

The dark maze
Is no place for truth,
Every surface is blackened
The reflections are
Two-faced, bitter,
They aren’t your friends
But don’t despair
They hate me too.
They pick up the exits
Juggle them and fly
Giggling as they watch
Chaos take the throne.

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Mirror

For a moment the setting changed
And everything was in negative
All the perfect people,
The smiling faces
Morphed and became honest,
Those who hid their problems
Joined us everyday flawed people
They tasted freedom
They realised the bitter bite
Of their judgements.

© twotypesofink 2014