My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refr

$My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives$