Broken Mirror

Scattered pieces.
Bloody fingers.
Glass that was shattered.
Hole in the mirror, a disaster.

Shards flying threw the air.
A life that's shattered and so unfair.
Never mind the way it burns.
Look at the way this twisted life turns.

Look at the cracked mirror.
Can you see yourself in there?
Or is the only thing you see terror?
Your tear streaked face in horror.

Look in my eyes,
I can see through your lies.
And what I see gives you a surprise.
And you soon see, soon realize.


I am a broken mirror with pieces missing.
As my mind continues it's reminiscing,
Of days old and forgotten.
A tomorrow no longer real.
A dream never seeming to heal.
And yet we dance and sing to happy tune.
Our eyes wide open, but closing soon.
And maybe when we awake.
These nightmares we'll shake.
And live life to the fullest.
For ours are the dullest.



A broken mirror can always be fixed.
But the feelings you feel will be mixed.
And there will always be cracks.
Because a broken mirror is still just as messed up.
Whether it has been fixed or not.