Who Is In The Mirror?

The Mirror stopped showing who I am.

Is it my eyes that has lost it's distinction?

Or my life that has lost it's purpose?

The masks I wore no longer fit in,

With my face showing the exhaustion that life has set in.

How did I loose the "why" to everything?

Will the strings of my soul tune again to the lost melody of my life?

A treacherous trap to loose myself,

With no reaching hand to save me.

Will I drown in this river of depression?

Or get a boat learning how to sail over it?

There came a stone flying,

Which shattered not only the mirror but also my thoughts,

For it was a mirror that didn't exist, but a mirror that I made.