Maze of Madness

I dont know what Im fighting for,
Can’t tell if there’s a way inside,
Which one of the doors will open,
Or if I should dust off and hide.

When I look in the mirror,
Memories of what was to be,
I only see faults,
Ghosts of the past haunt me.

To find a way to escape,
The hand that was dealt,
Such a cruel fate,
Unlike anything ever felt.

Each door leads astray,
The same path,
Just a different way,
No escape from the maze.

Still I keep swinging
Cutting away at the vines
That keep me tied
Outside...