She has lost herself so deeply inside this broken mirror.
But does she really want to find herself?
So she keeps picking up the pieces
And the “beauty” keeps maiming her.
She learns to welcome the pain.
lies behind each one of them.
from the remnants of the broken mirror.
“You’re already perfect!”
“Are you okay?”
She answers, “I’m fine! I want this!”
Her smiles mask the pain.
We know she’s not really fine.
The scars on her body are still visible.
But she just wants the pain
I don’t know if there’ll be a time where she looks into me
Dispersed amidst the floor inside each silver shard
she had captured herself into this broken mirror.
Mementos, mementos, mementos,
But she wants to forget, forget
She treats herself so harshly.
Is the mirror unkind at times?