The boy that he once knew so well
Was nothing but a dream.
The mirror showed him everything
He didn't want to see.
He saw a broken smile,
Masking countless petty fears.
He saw a broken heart,
That had been aged beyond its years.
So he hit that @#! *% mirror,
Watched it shatter as it fell,
Cuz of all the things he saw in it,
He never saw himself.
Blood-stained, broken glass,
The life he wanted back.
He prayed for a heart-attack,
To prevent what he knew would come next.
So he picked each piece of broken glass,
From cuts that lined his fist.
He found the sharpest one,
And placed it firmly to his wrist.
But stopped himself in time,
Before the glass could break the skin,
Because he came across an angel,
With bloody knuckles just like his.
And he saw himself that night,
Through the reflection in her eyes.
Just like a mirror, it felt so right.
Cuz mirrors never lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice!