Now It's Over, and Not Over

I can't push myself,
I can't seem to push myself
Out of that one-way window.

Without relation to me,
Without interest in me,
The glass reflects me,

And because no one else sees,
No one needs to see
That truer, ghostlier me,
I know what breaking it means.

I've lived a reflective life,
A life of self-delusion.
There's no other side
After that window's broken.