Shattered mirrors and the illusions they create,
I am no longer sure of who is staring back at me,
maybe its a phase, it'll pass with the wind,
maybe its my demons, fighting me again,
I am no longer sure of who I am,
not sure of my decisions, and whats right, from whats wrong,
I sort of wonder why people think I'm so strong,
for I'm falling to pieces,
and I've hit the floor,
Really don't know who I am anymore,