It is as if I am viewing my life through someone else�s eyes.
Tired�so tired of all these lies.
The mirror keeps myself hidden, forever in a disguise.
Let me out.

How I yearn to feel, feel my own again.
Can this nightmare never end?
To escape but where to go?
I do not know, I just don�t know.

Hidden forever in myself.
Watching behind unfamiliar eyes.
Who is staring back at me?
It can�t be my reflection, so hostile..

My mind is crying.
My mind is dying.
Ripped apart in two.
Who is who?

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 360 AF.