Hope for the hopeless. Poem collection

Smoke and Mirrors

Everyone sees me through smoke and mirrors

Including myself.

I look at myself

and ask

Who am I?

Which is the real me?

Where am I?

I try to find myself

even through at the smoke and mirrors

But always fall to a dead end,

Then I have to go back to the start

But I can't find my way back.

This is the maze of life

that has no end

just all dead ends

and a beginning.

once you start

there's no turning back.

because of all the mirrors

I'm always lost,

and because of all the smoke

I can't see far ahead.

But I can't stop now

I can't turn back

I must keep going

and find the real me

even through all the smoke and mirrors