Mirror's backside

 Mirrors are a thing to see.
It's the strange side of you or me.
What is on the back side?
This leads me to the drug ride,
where I saw the back of mirror's back side.
I then see all my friends.
The mirror gives me no leads.
Everyone is talk to each other
as if he's a friend or brother.
Another is yelling and screaming,
am I dreaming?
The screaming make my ears bleed
To get away is what I need.
I trip and fall with my legs do snap.
The screaming continues as my friends talk.
I wish I could walk.
The walls are turning red,
I am starting to wish i am dead.
My jaw is pulling forward off my face.
The jaw is stuck in its new place.
The teeth twist in my head,
Now my friends are turning red.
This happens at night.
My friend then breakout in fight.
My head now twist to see you
the foots of my friends only twist a shoe.
My death is near,
now that I am in the back of the mirror