Don't you just hate it when your reflection doesn't turn back to see the mess its made of you when it turns away in the times its left you pain when its only there for the triumph

 

waiting for someone to knock the wind out if your sails the mirror so stubborn Only reflects back what you don't want to be put through Oh so content with your dread Only turns its back on what it knows is already ruined and only held together by clinched I love yous and days left in your back pocket when the sun was out shining even though clouds were gray don't you just hate when it does that betrays the trust you put in it to tell to tomorrow can always be a better day always puts in tour face the mistakes of the yesterday you've been trying to forget and trying not to regret because that will only kill not heal , mend open wounds and tarnished skin praying for resurrection yet getting nothing of the sort tired of being weighed down with yesterdays sorrow and the worry of you wondering if there will be something left of your tommorow besides the tears already shed why must you be left wondering stumbling through your own set of smoke and mirrors because you find it so hard to be live is all that is. Is a piece of glass and that it can't possibly reflect elegance of you like human can even though they always don't because to some it doesn't always need to be heard so thank god for mirrors correct ? So I ask again in all contempt don't you just hate it when your reflection doesn't turn back to see the mess its made of you , Tears its left you in reopening close wounds setting you back another year from what you thought you already knew Don't you just hate it when your reflection doesn't turn back to see the mess its made if yowu doesn't turn back to see you crying doesn't turn back to see its hurt you