Like a mirror shattered,

A body bruised and battered.


She’s never been whole; she’s incomplete

Tries to play the perfect role; tries to be less concrete

She desires to be noticed beyond what you see

So she gives a piece of her to everyone she meets


A fragment of what she once was at birth

Thinking when she’s gone, she’ll find her worth

A masterpiece is more famous when the master is dead

Surely, she’ll be known by the pieces she has fed


Perhaps, she had never been put together

Like fragments of a crooked mirror

Depending on which shard you own

She has a personality to be known


A body bruised and battered

Like a mirror shattered


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