REFLECTIONS IN A SHATTERED MIRROR

Days go by quickly, our progress stays small
how much longer do I have to keep going on?
The past is a scary thing and im contemplating
Should I leave it behind.
Everything is exactly how I never expected it to be
I whisper when im shouting, whats happening?
time keeps passing.
I feel delirious, and its impossible to think with these circumstances
width holding my future in front of me.
Broken glass and shattered mirrors fabricating from my mind,
sound is hard to hear when my ears are being filled with lies.