Breathtaking, Ain't She?

I started this morning blowing a farewell kiss
To the mirror
It stared back at me and waited for my first mistake
I shook my head and laughed
These dreams keep playing tricks with me
I believe in them
Gain faith in them
Give my soul to them
But as I try to investigate their existence
They disappear.
So fragile. Like me.
My friends are just reflections of myself
Love it at first and grow to despise it in time
I forget if I'm talking about my friends or myself
Either or, I've broken down again
This latest setback requires more than a band-aid
It requires hoping and determination
Two attributes I've given up for coping and deterred relations
So instead subscribe me to a dream
I'll borrow yours if you have some to spare
Pretending to have something to look forward to will keep me preoccupied
Instead of attached to my grief and despair
I'm escaping through you
This plan cannot succeed without a host and parasite
We've been given our roles
I forget if I'm talking about my friends or myself
Either or, these dreams are giving me high hopes
and low expectations
and shallow thoughts
and an empty reflection
Which reminds me
If you were wondering, the mirror is still waiting for my response
My first mistake?
Simple.
Life.