In the morning,
when I clean for my duties,
when I go to the car from the table,
I look in the mirror and see a man that wants to be respectable.

In the afternoon,
when I chat with my friends,
when we finish to play,
I look in the mirror and see a man that loves those filling his days.

In the evening,
when I ask if there is a point,
when I remain blocked despite my scrolling,
I look in the mirror and see a man that prays to feel something.

Who's the reflection and who's real?
Is one true or a mask that lies?
Am I one, all or none of them?
I don't know the answers, maybe I am to condemn.