I am....HER Reflection
I am-- yet what I was is what I don't care to know
Once I use to stare into the glass of her reflection
I became lost with no affection.
Implementing the fears of inadequacy onto myself and her reflector.
It shattered.
She shattered.
I shattered
Pick up the glass and now I am the living sea of reflection of what I used to be.
Pick up the glass
Now I am invincible.
Pick up the glass!
Now I am important.
Pick up the glass!
Now I am
I am-- yet what I am will no longer shatter.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world