A Riddle

I am a cracked mirror, a distorted mosaic of shattered reflections that were never perfectly glued together. Sometimes pieces fall and break on the floor and leave holes too raw and painful to touch. Who am I?

From inside the confines of my glass and metal box I can watch the world race past. Scenery blurs into blues and grays, and the green in the trees is gone. I am sedentary, but I constantly move forward. Who am I?

I have a face but I’m not sure what it looks like anymore. I can only see myself through others, and they’re safe in their own glass cages. It’s been too long since someone’s arms were around me. Who am I?

I’m alive but I’m not real

My eyes are wide but I’m not awake

I’m listening but I don’t know what to believe

We’re together but we can’t touch, there’s something between us pulling us ever farther apart under the guise of connection

I hope soon I can feel your arms around me again, I miss being alive.

Who am I?