#BrokenReflections
In the fractured mirror, I see,
A reflection of who I used to be.
Pieces scattered, shattered, broken,
Trying to mend what words have spoken.

Each shard holds a memory,
Of a past that's haunting me.
I try to piece them back together,
But the cracks remain, lasting forever.

The image I see is not complete,
A distorted view, hard to defeat.
I smile through the...