Glass.

Broken Glass On The Floor

I See The Reflection Staring Back At Me

I Can't Keep Staring

I'm Scarred To See Myself,

I'm Not Found, Im Lost

I Was Lost A Long Time Ago.

I Haven't Seen Myself In A Fair Amount Of Time

I'm Scarred Of What I Might Think, What They Will Think.

Questions After Questions Run In A Crircle Through My Head.

I Take A Deep Breath, I Start Building The Broken Glass Into A Mirror.

I Look At Myself.Walk Out That Door, Wearing A Smile On My Face

-Sam Visu..