My mind is a shattered mirror The only pieces I can stil see Are confusion, mixed with pain and fear. I look and look for the rest, all that's missing If only I can find them all.

A piece appears in front of me, Suddenly, like it was always there. I grasp it quick, and look at the reflection The piece grows larger, It's hope. I start to feel it and I clutch at it harder, Not wanting to lose it again.

But the edges cut my skin Slicing pain through me. I drop it, looking downing to see red I feel the pain but something else. I was wrong. Not hope, but deceit. Was it really a part of me?

Too scared to lose another piece I pick it back up, and put it with the others. Then watch as the pieces come together, They have turned to anger

My mirror appears to be finished Maybe I never needed those other pieces It looks complete. And maybe, That's all I need