My Reflection

My reflection is not as it seems, I put on a smile while tearing at my seams. My life is jaded, I run through the days, naked and hated, trying to change my ways. I've been stripped to the bone, unable to feel, looking for something that's even close to 'real'. I can't feel my body, but my heart is beating faster, soon I hope, quickly disembodied. I'm losing myself slow is it may seem, my life is fading fast, I wish it weren't a dream. My days are so slow, I can't find anything to hold, I'm searching for my rock, I'm starting to unfold. If this blood was real, I don't know what I'd do the situation would be ideal. The moment stands still. My reflection shows that unseen the happy me the one impossible to be. I can't help frowning from time to time wondering if things will get better, being caught up in the rhyme. Is this all a riddle, one big joke, the life I'm living, it's all a hoax. I'm mad at the world, I'm lost and I'm cold, I find no shelter from the storm, I find no life to hold. Things are getting darker, I now can barely see, I just wanted to tell you I love you, because this isn't just a dream.