Room of a Thousand Mirrors

As silence engulfs me, I walk terrified into the room of a thousand mirrors.

The first mirror, is fear of rejection.
I see myself in there, people around pointing fingers at me.
I look at this terrifying projection,
and realize, it is all out there, in the mirror, not truly about me.

The second mirror, all my regret.
I once again see myself,
telling me that I've failed, that I am not worthy.
I listen to my own harmful rackett,
and realize that this is not who I am, but the man for which I was once hailed.

The third mirror is my insecurity.
I see the devils spawn there, threatening me with death, and eternal torment,
and realize that it has not happened yet, so there is absolutely nothing to fear.

After watching these three mirrors, I move on to the next, watch, cry, and move on.
I go to the next, and realize that this, is all but irrationality, which it is based on.

Years fly by, as I walk past every damned mirror, and see my deepest pains.
I realize, these are all but lies and in vain.
Nothing here is truly me.
No full truth is found for me.

I walk back out, older and wiser.
My fears now put to rest.
I was always a fair fighter.
Now I know how to be brave.

Death may come, failure may,
as so many bad things may,
But I know now, not to run,
but to wait, for it doesn't help to run.

I am a man of love and honer,
no more shall I be controlled by fear.
I am deep down, a wonderful lover.
Who, no more shall be stirred by terror.