I walk home from work everyday, wondering if this is what I will do for the rest of my life. I stand in front of a mirror. Looking at myself, thinking this is who I am, this is who I will always be. Am I happy? I don't know. I keep walking and i'm finally home.
I always find myself here, in front of the same mirror. Why? I look at my reflection and see nothing, I look at my eyes and see a locked door. I look at my hands and i'm shaking. Why?
I'm on my bed staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and see you, walking away. I ask where you're going but you don't hear me, I can't hear my own voice. As you get further and further away, I can't do anything but watch.
I wake up to see your messages on my phone, You're worried about me but I tell you i'm fine like always. I'm lying of course but I don't want you to know that. I miss you sometimes. I'm scared that you'll find someone else and forget about me.
But if you're happy then i'm happy too, I guess.
