Mirrors

I wonder why, me being so independent of thought and sense of direction, why I rely so on other's beliefs in me? Why do I, even in the smallest ways, attempt to conform to this world? How can I speak and feel so passionately, and yet be so frail? How can my beliefs be strong, my confident facade be stronger, and my faith in myself so weak? When did I begin to form the fork between the road of wanting and the road of capability? Since when were they separate, completely different entities? Where has my child-like faith gone? Is it buried in the bleak realm of acceptance and complacency? Or maybe the waste basket filled to the brim with other people's dreams, discarded and traded for something inferior; reality. What we call "the real world". I tell you, the world is nothing more than what we make it out to be. Am I still smart, driven, caring? Am I the person everyone sees in me? Maybe the mirror lies. Look at yourself through another's eyes.