Split Sides

A Lake of Ice

There is a mirror facing me.

I see myself in the reflection.

But is it what I really see,

Or something I choose to see?

I don't know really.

I guess I've gotten so deep into myself

I've forgotten what's real and what's not.

Who am I really?

Why do I see another face behind my own?

Who are these people whose masks I wear?

I don't know them, I don't recognise them.

But for some reason I'm a part of them.

I don't know who the real me is, or if he's here.

If he's outside where is he?

If he saw me would he recognise me?

Oh God, I'm so scared.

Scared of myself, scared that I'm not who I think I am.

Scared that they would find out.

Scared that they'll be disappointed, and would disavow me in disgust.

And where would I be then?

If that happens, the most I can hope for is permanent silence.

An end to things, if that's how it must be.

I don't want to imagine it, it terrifies me too much just thinking about it.

But I have to, for this is real, and facts must be faced.

Who am I? What am I? And where will I be?

Why are you out there Zach?

Stop that and get out, you're wasting your time again.