mirror mirror on the wall tell me...

...who the hell am I now?!

I find myself thinking I was not this thing,
I've been so...
but the truth is, I forgot that I didn't stopped being so...
it's all a game of juggling, that trick the most distracted looks...
tell me, is it worth it to dream and sketch parallel lives
instead of accepting reality as it is known?
I start getting tired of this apathy that I became...
and who's to blame? only you and your reflections!