“Mirror mirror,on the wall,who is the greatest of them all?”

“O my dear,i can not tell you this.”

“Why not? Aren’t I the greatest? “

“Dear,if i tell you,you will break me.”

“Just tell me i am the greatest!”

“Sweet girl,you are not the greatest,and you know it. You are a human just like everyone else.

I could tell you what you wanted to hear but i would be lying to you.
Mirrors don’t lie.

You are not the greatest.
You are human.
I’ve been told that humans are not perfect; you have your best features but you also have your flaws.

So how can i tell you that you’re the greatest if you have flaws too?
Accept it. You’re normal,and normal is beautiful.”

What are thoughts?
O sweet mind,
you fill me up with your pain.

You have so much to say,
yet you say nothing.

What are your thoughts?
NO, don't tell me.
Don't give me pain
when i don't deserve it.

Yet you tell me;
a million words,
a million more images,
and i am suddenly lost;
Lost in my own thoughts
with nowhere to go.

I don't want to do it,
i don't want to listen to you.

O sweet mind,
you make me suffer.

The sweet morning smell of coffee,
the rustling of leaves outside,
a sour taste of January in my mouth,
wait,what is time when we are inside?
Time is an illusion;
present,past,future.
Time is a game in our minds,
which we are bound to follow.
In the night we sleep,
morning we wake up,
afternoon we have coffee
and then we take off our makeup.
Time is an illusion;
so learn to live on no hours,
and learn to be happy with your only human powers.

What are feelings?
Are they butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love?
Or are they thunderstorms, that crush you in a matter of seconds?
Or maybe they are small elements in your mind, slowly taking over your thoughts and actions, ripping you apart without you realizing?
Feelings are nothing, but they are everything.
Feelings are deadly,yet beautiful; like a red rose with its striking thorns,bound to break off its stem.
The rose didn't choose to break.
The rose didn't want to fall.
But feelings, feelings take over,
just like they do to anyone.
Feelings are fatal.

Who am i?
I am a small piece of broken glass. Small enough to cut a finger but big enough to be noticed.
I have scars. does that make me..broken?
I am a piece of glass, unable to unite myself again with another piece of glass. But who am i to say i need to be united?
i am a piece of glass.
i can unite myself with only myself and my broken pieces.
Useless,scared and alone, but strong enough to live.
I am a piece of glass.
I am still here, on this ground.
I might be invisible to the eye, but to myself i am mighty.
I am not a piece of glass.
I am a full glass of water; water as clear as thin air; water which is as important as to survive.
I am an element of my own.
A glass, filled with water, ready to be useful in this cruel world.
I am a piece of glass, and i am the most important.