A montage of images
streaming into my eyes
A hundred pairs of eyes
all similar, all mine
Staring up at me
as I pan the accident

and i just look from  one piece to the next.

Its the same reflection
its a different story.

I go to pick one of the better pieces up..
but it still slices my skin open
and my blood taints the reflection

I drop the only good piece because of the pain it caused me.

It shatters..

and I see a hundred more eyes..
a hundred more stories..
a hundred more lies..

a hundred more fears that hide 
they hide away from me..
now i can see them..i’m staring them all in the face..

and i dont know what to do
The more i pick up
the more I lose
the more i see that i dont want to
the more is revealed

the more is hidden.