I touch this skin so pale,
Afraid that it will shatter
But if it broke into a thousand shards,
Then I ask, to whom does it matter?

The glass that lay upon the floor
Covered in blood of mine
Only tells of days gone by,
A single life suspended in time

For no on touches broken glass
In fear of hurt and pain
"Be sure not to touch that blood," They say,
"It leaves a nasty stain"

But those few who saw this shower of pain
Quickly come and see
Through the wreckage of many tears
If I could still be me

So they put me back together again,
Like a Humpty-Dumpty that fell
Hoping the pieces still fit together
And I'll turn out just swell


Together once more, but not for long,
Everyone sighs relief
They go back to their days of nothing
As I silently drown in grief

They smile at me as though I was there,
They see but a pile of glass
My rims too sharp to love and embrace
I'm sure this glue won't last


But now I look to your wisdom,
With my eyes a little teary
Hoping you'll see I'm more
Than just run-down and weary


Oh, friend, why can't they see?
This mirror is only a reflection of me?