I look at my old self, and I see structure,
I look at my new self, and I see a shattered mirror
There are fragments, that I broke off
Too much here, not enough there
It’s all just a haze, of jagged sharp edges
But all at the same time, if I look at mirror,
If I see my reflection,
I start to cry.
Inexplicable, unexplainable.
These tears streak my face but what do they mean?
Are they a way of telling me I shouldn’t see myself?
I don’t want to see myself.
Have those tears brought this on?
Sometimes the tears aren’t even real.
Can you cry without tears?
Can you hurt so, so bad that you lack the ability to express it?
My soul, it hurts,
The mirror, the reflection, it just shows me that again and again.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
I look at my old self, and I see structure,
I look at my new self, and I see a shattered mirror
There are fragments, that I broke off
Too much here, not enough there
It’s all just a haze, of jagged sharp edges
But all at the same time, if I look at mirror,
If I see my reflection,
I start to cry.
Inexplicable, unexplainable.
These tears streak my face but what do they mean?
Are they a way of telling me I shouldn’t see myself?
I don’t want to see myself.
Have those tears brought this on?
Sometimes the tears aren’t even real.
Can you cry without tears?
Can you hurt so, so bad that you lack the ability to express it?
My soul, it hurts,
The mirror, the reflection, it just shows me that again and again.
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