Broken Mirrors

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You crazy bum
You look at yourself from pieces of a broken mirror
Trying to catch your eyes in motion
You put your hand on your lips seducing yourself
You look deep into your eyes
Hoping to catch a glimpse of your soul

You thinking ...

"These pieces are beautiful "
So many , broken , messy , dangerous
but beautiful .
Minutes turn into more minutes
You smile crazy
You smile for yourself
You smile for him
You smile for the world
You're learning your own smile
Trying to mirror your reflection from the world's eyes ...

You frown
Do the asian eyes
Jerk your lips & reminisce
Pout a little ...
Then you admit at how goofy & weird you are ...
Yes You Are Weird .
Your mind & your face in one voice
One voice in so many faces
You say your name
You say it more than twice
You convince yourself you are them
All of the faces on the pieces
You are them ....

Somedays you feel like them
Somedays look like them
Somedays you want to be them
Somedays you exactly like them
Society Says You Are Them
Logic says you are them
The broken pieces of the mirror remain
The faces on them remain
What if the faces aren't one?
What if they're plenty?
What if each face on each piece has a different path?

You discard such thoughts
Afraid of being convicted crazy
You look again .
You think , how twisted the mind is.
How cunning mirrors are
You try to be careful
Not to cut yourself .
You heart silently prays
That you one day
Find your own face from the faces on the broken pieces of the mirror

By: |Sive Njana|

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