we treat everyone as if they are a broken puzzle
only to be fixed by finding their missing pieces
in people and things and places
a constant longing for something to fill the voids
it took me seven years to realize
we are not made of puzzles, we are made of mirrors
countless mirrors reflecting anything and everyone surrounding
reflecting everything we hide inside us
and the universe within us all
yet we go and destroy people
break every layer of their glass
then take the sharp pieces to stab at their universe
and still we wonder why we have bad luck