Funhouse Mirror

by Adelaide   Feb 6, 2010


Visions contort my mind;
all that's real evolves to sublime.
Elongated reflections stare back;
sanity is what I lack.
Reality is stretched inside the looking glass;
images appear from the present and the past.
Grotesque truths are magnified to me;
all I can do is stare and see.
Confused images focus to reality;
the fun house mirror shows truth and brutality.

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