I caught myself peering through the haze, Weary of the dark,
The dull glaze of my mirror silently stares back, From the black, I speak tales of the maze of my mind, I find, till yet this day has failed to share theΒ Β unrequited love for myself, For my sense of self, I delve into the skies,
The dull shine, just over there, The longer I stare, It just becomes stranger, Which one is me? Which one is real?