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Standing before a shattered mirror Your battered soul now lacks connection Fragments of your former self They pick apart your mute reflection Scrabbling to gain a few small pieces Pierced by those you're forced to hold Gazing into blood-tinged bits Dismayed by truths 'til now untold The pieces are scattered widely Many held by hands not your own They look within them, complacent, Thinking they see the whole Passing judgement on your sins Revealed by fragments in their grasp Motivation, held by you, Obscures the justice of your acts Some hold pieces singing sorrow Watching tears pour silver rain They witness your guilts lament They see the shadows of your pain Most hold rage unwilling captive Can almost hear it scream aloud Fearing this, cry for vengeance; They toss the pieces to the ground Thinking they have seen enough They turn and walk away Leaving you with crumbling shards To be replaced within the frame What you see isn't all you are What they see isn't either

SHATTERED MIRROR