Shattered.
Like broken glass.
Your dreams just fade away.
Pick up the pieces.
In each shard,
See you.
See the reflection of the idea of you.
You're not real.
You are but a fragment of your own undesirable imagination.
You aren't really you.
You are a lie.
An idea dreamt up by you.
Your life is a lie.
Everything you've ever know,
Made up by the people in your make-believe life.
It's all a master plan.