Broken Reflections

A mirror is thrown to the floor
Shattered into so many pieces
That it cannot be fixed anymore.

My mind repeats the same phrase
Making me believe every word, as it says:
-You've made it this way.

I look down.

A piece of the glass laughs,
Bringing me the notion of my delusional reverie
Discouraging games intensify the noiseless clash.

Take me down like a soldier in war
Maybe Im just refusing to accept it,
Or Im just trying to implore.

The muted sound of the tears I cry
Sprinkle onto the tiny pieces of glass.
The murkiness of a depression so thick,
It can make you completely blind.

To think I once believed that I knew myself,
But I didnt completely understand
That I never knew what it was like to feel what I have felt.

Its a shame that after 4 years,
All thats left now,
Is just a broken reflection of me.

(6.5.07)