A Maze of Mirrors

I have found myself.

You would think that that would be a good thing.

You would think that that would be as glorious as a bird learning how to fly or a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon.

But it's not.

The problem is the location in which I have found myself.

You see, I have found myself lost in my own mind.

It's like a maze in here, a maze of mirrors.

So many twists and turns, so many dead ends and oh so many reflections.

Some of the reflections staring back at me give me pause, the beauty and hope i see in them make me weep.

But are they real or do I just wish they were real?

Some of the reflections glaring back at me make me want to cringe and run away so I am not cut to ribbons by the edges that are as sharp as if I had broken the mirror into jagged pieces just by looking too close. 

But are they real or are they just that which I fear is real?

I am lost in my own mind and it is a maze, a maze of mirrors and I don't know the way out.