Disenchanted

It makes you do stupid things. It somehow disables your normality every time that you are faced with it. It makes you become someone else. Someone whom you're neither proud not disgraced at. You just cannot decide. But whatever it is, it is what defines you when it counts most. It speaks for you just like how an open book presents its ideas before its readers or a television show that acts itself out for all to watch. But the only person who fails to realize it is the character itself. It needs others to tell it what it is doing, it needs a mirror, or else it wouldn't realize. But it is what it is. That is how it exists among others who are also like it, oblivious to their own plays.