The Mirror

My life is but a mirrored wall

I see the reflection day in and day out

Not much difference is seen

If my life begins to break down, the mirror is shattered

Then there's a big mess to try and clean up

But picking up the pieces doesn't always make things better

Nor does it change what has happened

Each day there is a new mirror that appears

And the cycle begins again

Just goes to show that life isn't always perfect

But then again, who claimed it was?