Mirrored Minds

My misery has been carved in stone.
You made me feel this way, I know.
This unending pain is all the same.
A darkened portrait of the fall of man.

At the crossroads between heaven and hell,
Stuck in purgatory,
The mirrored minds will tell your lies;
A faded landscape of me, dead inside.

This reality is what makes me human.
This reality is what makes me real.
You've ridden of all other possibilities,
Engraved with hate and your false reasons.

I can't be the person you want me to be,
Imprinted in what's been proven before.
Don't bother and waste your time with this;
You created this fork in the road.