Mirror, Mirror, Who Do You See?

I can look into the mirror,
And not recognize the face that's staring back.
I know it's me.
I know somewhere in the blue orbs,
That fill the eye sockets on a face,
That's no longer mine,
That there is me.
Deep down,
In a place I can't reach,
I know I'm still alive in there.
But,
For the time being,
A new person,
A fake being,
Took control,
So the real me,
Could rest.
So, she could take a break,
From all the pressure that's building up on her shoulders.
But,
Even the being that took control of my body,
Has lost it's faith to live,
To continue one with life.
The person pulling the strings,
Controlling the moves,
Speaking unrecognizable words,
Has lost the control,
The will,
The power to live.

Its time for a change.
Something to make my eyes brighter,
To make them shine,
With an untold happiness,
But I've tried everything,
Tried getting things back on track,
Tried,
Tried,
Tried,
Tried,
And Failed.
What's the point?
If all I'm going to do is fail,
Over and over again.
What's the point?

What's the point of looking into a mirror?
If all I'm going to see someone,
I don't even know.
Someone who has told lies,
Someone who has hid herself away,
Someone who is not me.
What's the point of looking into that mirror?
The mirror can't tell me who I am.
It can't bring the real me out.
It can just show me this fake person,
Who is so lost,
It's disappointing.

Though,
There's so many people out there,
Trying to help me,
Trying to get me fixed,
Trying,
Trying,
Trying,
Trying,
And failing.
I wish,
Some would stop.
I don't understand why people want to take it,
Upon themselves to makes me feel whole again.
It's a useless attempt,
A useless struggle,
That will never get resolved.

My life is pointless,
Why should I keep trying?
If the person staring back at me,
In that mirror,
Is someone no one recognizes?