Behind the Mirror

To lose ones own soul sounds horrible to me but like an addict I still continue lose a bit every day, even though I know what it is doing to me. I've lost a lot of my strength, I see less of myself in the mirror than in my past. I see a sad, stubborn man with fear wrapped around his neck choking the life out of him. I run to my dreams at night because I cannot control my life's dream. I look back at past wondering who was that kid that had so many questions and never got to his true potential. He gave up before any of his dreams became real not for himself but to make life a little bearable to others.