what's expected?

what's expected of you? by yourself, by others?
what are you living by?

looking into the mirror, i wonder how much of me remains

all of myself has died in fear
and most of what is left is dreams of others.
i've become insensitive and so detached
that i vaguely understand which all are my dreams.

tell me my dream,
are you really one of mine
or something
some stranger put in my head.