Fractured mirror, tell me what you see
In the broken shards of me
A reflection of the soul within
A fractured image, where do I begin?

I see the pieces scattered wide
A puzzle of myself I cannot hide
The cracks and flaws, the imperfections
A jigsaw of reflections

I try to piece it back together
But some parts are lost forever
The scars and wounds that never heal
The pain that I try to conceal

I see the smiles, the tears, the fears ...