Reflections Lie

The ink in my veins, spilled to the page;

And writes what must be said.

I don't have long, until it's dawn;

By then I will be dead.

Watch my hands,

They write so free.

What happened to

This part of me?

I'm so many people,

And yet, just one.

Though who am I really,

When the day is done?

I pick up the pieces,

Watch them slip away.

Revealing a mirror,

They show me the way.

The reflection is lying,

But you follow in spite.

Each step takes you further

Away from the light.

Blindy you reach,

For what you cannot hold.

Breaking the binding,

Breaking the mold.

I shattered the mirror,

Sick of the lies it would speak.

I may be broken,

But I am not weak.

I am one and many,

Though I'm still me.

For how many people,
Can one person be?