I see flaws in people like cracks on the pavement,
So trust me when I'm avoiding pictures and mirrors, it's no kind of statement,
It's just a reflection reflects more than I'd ever want it to,
All that I can and could not do, dreams and thoughts, all that is false and true,
It's like opening a book and knowing the story,
The plot twists, the characters emotions, and history in the cold when it's stormy,
That's what I see, I don't see me,
What I perceive is what I believe, that which I need and dream to be,
Though the mirror hanging on the wall is fine it's me that's cracked,
Fractured, captured in a moment where I am still seeing everything I lack,
So I'll continue to duck and weave from what I perceive, dodging mirrors and photographs,
I don't know my whole story, of my book this is just the first draft,
So I'm gonna focus on ignoring it all and doing what I can,
Because in reflection a reflection isn't everything I am.