Reflections

Breaking Free

Maybe if I break the mirror

then everything will cease,

but even when the glass is broken

there's still a million me's.

But frankly, that's not me,

that's just what can be clearly seen.

If only, if only,

we had no form.

Then everybody would only be

a pool of everything you'd need to see.

Sometimes I wish I could reach inside

and show yourself to me

and not only that, I want you to 

be able to see

the heart and soul I hold inside

the person inside of me.

Maybe we're just prisoners,

all with the same disease.

All inside the same curse

that feels just like a dream.

Some are overfed,

some choose not to eat.

Some are trapped inside

and some have broken free.