standing in shattered glass
looking into deep reflections
two sides of me glancing back
one so close to tears the other
looking cold and numb
both reflections only shadows of an old soul
barely able to see myself
desperate to look ahead, terrified at what I'll see
once so open an honest
now so cold and alone
where are the right pieces or the glue to hold the old
unable to define either
too scared to pick them up
holding on to broken pieces blood poring from my
hands, no tears or pain in sight
i close my eyes to keep from screaming
my mind so close to breaking
no one to talk to
no one who will understand