I was happy.
I looked in the mirror,
I looked beautiful.
I was happier.
I was sad,
I looked into the mirror,
I cried.
I looked miserable.
I didn't want to, so,
I faked a smile and it turned real.
I was happy again.
I was angry.
I looked in the mirror,
my ego was hurt.
I broke the mirror.
Now all I see,
are the broken pieces of the world and me.
(4.6.19)