Fragile is the mirror
Our psyche hides behind
Reflecting our delusions
From fear of what we find
Still we’re just the child
Shaken and alone
When brought out in the open
Outside our comfort zone
Confusion is a constant
The measure of all things
With the flooding of emotions
Our shattered mirror brings
Things that lay hidden
In recesses of the mind
Come out to rule the moment
Future thoughts aside
Lashing out at loved ones
Meaning no offense
Sharpness of the tongue
A spiritual defense
Saying many things
We rapidly regret
Slipping even further
Praying you forget
Sweeping up the pieces
Saving every one
Rebuilding our delusions
A battle just begun
Puzzling the pieces
From the many shards
Glue of understanding
Reducing many scars
Buffing it with love
Makes it shinny new
To find that little child
You’d need a jeweler's view
When it’s all together
We say that we have grown
Our mirror shining brightly
With delusions all our own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem has good values and meaning behind it. I like how it talks about how everyone has feeling of delusion but it is needed to learn how to deal with them. After the whole experience is over, you are a stronger person.