How do you know who you really are?
How does one know right from wrong?
Why, I can barely look into my looking glass,
For fear of the stranger standing there.
Who is this person, a shadow in the light?
Are they a figment of my imagination?
How do we know what is real?
How do we know who we can trust?
If you can't even trust your own looking glass,
Or your name,
Is there any existence for you at all?