In the hall of mirrors, where shadows play,
A voice whispers sweet promises, then fades away.
The light bends and twists, hiding the scars,
In a world where the sun and truth are barred.

The dance of echoes, a symphony of lies,
Crafted by a hand that wears a loving guise.
Each note, a tether binding the soul,
In a melody designed to control.

Through glassy walls, the heart seeks release,
Yet finds only shards that disturb its peace.
The smile reflects, yet wears a mask,
Hiding the pain in a relentless task.

Oh, to break free from this mirrored maze,
To find the light beyond the haze.
A journey to reclaim the stolen self,
Away from the shadows and the deceitful wealth.