Who?

Days... blur past
Nothing sticks, just empty glass
Thoughts, thoughts—echo, fade
Mirror blinks back—"Who's the masquerade?"

("Yeah, keep scrolling...")

Scroll, scroll, eyes glazed, mind locked
Through borrowed lives, you stumble, lost
("Still looking? Still searching?")

Caught in reflections, do you feel whole?
Or just fragments in a scrolling hole?
("Where are you?")

Tell me: What face do you wear today?
Pick one, choose one—it's all the same play
("You don't know!") No grip, no name, just shadows sway
When was the last time you felt... real, hey?
("Real?")

Wear a mask, wear ten more
Trying to guess who they want you for

Tell me, do you feel the ache?
Can you even feel what's fake?
Who's that talking? Who's that sound?
("Anyone there?") Or just noise looping round?

Tell me—tell me—where's the line?
Between the pose and what you call "mine"?
Does it hurt, yeah? Do you know why?
(You're... fading... out... inside...)

Stop, who's asking?
("No self... no self...")

Breath caught, mind spinning fast—
Living life through pixels that never last
(How does it feel?)
("How does it feel?")

("Can you feel it?")
Is it the lack of air that makes you numb?
Or just the warmth you're running from?

Every face—blurs, twists, unformed
Who am I? (Where do I belong?)
Is this you? Just one more mask
Ask and ask—never lasts

("You're slipping...")
Who's left? When you shut off the lights—
Nothing left but a face out of sight