I look at the person,
The one who's staring back,
The old reflection,
Of who I used to be.

Colorful clothes,
Happy eyes,
Innocent and pure,
A perfect mirror.

Now I'm different,
Dark clothing,
Brokenhearted eyes,
A shattered mirror.

7 years of bad luck?
Not me,
I'm a lifetime of bad luck,
An unfixable shattered mirror.