Fragmented reflections,
Hanging on the wall,
That mirror has been broken,
For a very long time.
The face that looks out of it,
Is woefully scarred,
She doesn’t look like me,
But somehow she could be.
And here I stand,
Just wondering,
Who I am,
And who I shall not be.
My thoughts are scattered,
Like the pieces of my reflection,
And I’m scared,
That I am really broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can really relate to this