Looking in the mirror
I see nothing clearer than a stranger
Looking in this broken mirror
I see my best parts cracked split
I’m this mirror I’m not myself
The person I see is the state of my mental health
I feel broken and this mirror exposés my flaws
Shards of glass showing my facades
Sharp at the end but the point is I’m broken
Last time I remember being myself
I did think about my mental health
Now I see a fractured reflection
No longer projecting a smile
If you could walk in my shoes
You could walk on air
I’m so broken at this point I’m weightless
There it is
Broken
Just like the mirror
Broken but holding my pieces together as best I can
You get the picture
Wish I could be clearer