On day one I act shy, the next one's surreal. I don't know why I cry but it feels so real. Party me is over as soon as I close my eyes, and in a blink I'm back to yesterday, was today a lie? Which one am I? Maybe I'm a kaleidoscope, too many fragmented selves within myself shining through the mess I am. I'm just trying to cope, I'm not alone. Wanna take a peek inside? You might not ever escape the maze I'm living in, it's a tricky place. There's too many alter egos that ensnare you with their echoes, reverberating to confuse you from within. Which alter ego am I?