Glass Mirrors Hide the Truth

Inside of me lies a solar system drifting lazily Like a cloud and disguising my internal chaos. Monsters and demons roam the nations, prowling for my subconscious and screaming their torment to the wind. They are like shadows; they cringe from the light like sanguine vampires. Inside of me lies a run-down prison where I confine myself, resigned to wait as patiently as a statue. My heart and limbs are heavy like stone. my thoughts slow as a turtle and twice as steady as an ancient oak tree. I seem to be a happy bubble, floating in nonchalance but really I am the sharp and twisted glass pieces that pop it. I seem to be a carefree chameleon, content to change myself and adapt for survival, but really I am a permanent stain. I seem to be a fortress, tall and proud. But really I am an ecosystem barely clinging to my fragile balance that pollution has threatened repeatedly. I seem to be a prowling wolf, strong and alert. But really I am the rabbit it preys upon.