All these people who see me
They don't know who they are.
Everyone's staring in the mirror,
Watching faces fall apart.
I saw a picture looking back,
Hanging high up on a wall.
She whispers to me, with her eyes,
That I, alone, am just
A piece of a large puzzle and
She stares at me and mocks me
With a sneer and not a smile.
She watches me berating
Any fault I can recall.
I'm breaking all my mirrors
Forcing myself not to know
That when I think I see the truth
I barely know a thing at all.