Like a mirror shattered,
A body bruised and battered.
She’s broken into bits and pieces
Like shards of glass but without any ceases
She’s never been whole; she’s incomplete
Tries to play the perfect role; tries to be less concrete
She desires to be noticed beyond what you see
So she gives a piece of her to everyone she meets
A fragment of what she once was at birth
Thinking when she’s gone, she’ll find her worth
A masterpiece is more famous when the master is dead
Surely, she’ll be known by the pieces she has fed
Perhaps, she had never been put together
Like fragments of a crooked mirror
Depending on which shard you own
She has a personality to be known
A body bruised and battered
Like a mirror shattered
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