The shards of broken dreams lay all around me. The mirror that told me the truth has shattered. The pieces of sharp reality now cut my feet as I walk. Each shiny bit taunts me as the pain rises up from each labored step I take. I would move mountains to go back, but the cruel hands of time keep moving forward. So I must go on living with my mistakes and enduring the pain of walking on the glass that I shattered with my lies.