Carnival Mirror

In my dream I'm sitting in a room,
The claustrophobic walls resemble a tomb,
For as far as I can see there is no door,
So I sit aimlessly on the concrete floor,
In the deafening silence I have room to think,
This dream has no meaning and I find no link.

Then I see, the once solid concrete walls begin to morph and change,
The size and the height start to rearrange,
That's when I notice the rectangular shape of glass infront of me,
A girl facing me is all I can see,
She appears to be crying,
And her soul is slowly dying.

She has a plump belly and an ugly face,
She wears a pretty dress made with intricate lace,
I move to comfort her,
The same time her image begins to stir,
And as I lift my arm she does so too,
And I cant help but think we're rather alike me and you,
I wonder if your like me on the inside,
So afraid of what people think-that all you want to do is hide,
If only everyone had the same outer shell,
Then nobody would have to live a life of consistent hell,
Everyone would see that personality should be viewed as something much dearer,
And this I believe, is the beauty of a carnival mirror.