made up perfect world

The years pass by
We become older
We look for a shoulder
To lean on
We look for hope
For a salvation

When I look ahead
The only thing I see
Is a blank page
Blank, blank mind
I look at my reflection
And I feel uncomfortable
I don’t recognize the person
Standing in front of me

Have i been living in illusion?
Have I made myself believe that I'm something that I really am not?
What am I?
I have no answers
I'm a delusional
Living in a made up perfect world



P.S i've missed smallville. and i'll miss it even more when the information of it being over, sinks in.