My mind is a shattered mirror

The only pieces I can stil see

Are confusion, mixed with pain and fear.

I look and look for the rest, all that's missing

If only I can find them all.

A piece appears in front of me,

Suddenly, like it was always there.

I grasp it quick, and look at the reflection

The piece grows larger,

It's hope.

I start to feel it and I clutch at it harder,

Not wanting to lose it again.

But the edges cut my skin

Slicing pain through me.

I drop it, looking downing to see red

I feel the pain but something else.

I was wrong.

Not hope, but deceit.

Was it really a part of me?

Too scared to lose another piece

I pick it back up, and put it with the others.

Then watch as the pieces come together,

They have turned to anger

My mirror appears to be finished

Maybe I never needed those other pieces

It looks complete.

And maybe,

That's all I need