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

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