Pieces of me:
a broken mirror,
reflecting every flaw
in the shocking sunlight.
There’s something terrifying
about the aftermath of a shattered soul,
in screaming to the world-
Look! Here I am!
Every little piece,
every little promise,
every little lie.
All the world can see
the mirror that is me,
and I won’t hide it anymore.
I’ve put it in a frame.
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