Mirror
Broken mirrors all around me
You start with one shard
you keep picking them up
One by one
In the end, you know if you don't pick them up
You will get hurt in the end
The once full mirror
Now just shards
Remembering the rocks getting thrown
The mirror trying to protect itself
But in the end
just ending up broken
Broken pieces trying to find there way back to there once full body
The pieces just as sharp as the words getting thrown
One by one
Finding there way back
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryA collection of original poems written from the mind of a young teen.
