Reflections in the Glass

If I put a mirror to my soul
Would I like what it was I saw?

The reflections in the glass, can they talk?
Do they whisper? Do they call?

If I stand tall, do they drag me down?
When I turn the lights off, do they drown?

When I sleep, do they wake?
Do they want my life to take?

When I rise, do they fall?
Do they do anything at all?

When I breathe, do they die?
Do they have the ability to decide?

When I scream, do they laugh?
Do they hear me, or are they deaf?

When I die, well, what then?
Will I go on to heaven?

What will happen to this soul?
Will it live on after all?

What can I do to save myself?
Will I just inevitably go to hell?

So once again I must ask:
Does my soul have courage to go on with the task?