Broken Mirror


The Rendezvous Club

The mirror is broken

And my hands bleed

Some shards of glass

Is still inside the wound

And the tears that

Comes out of my eyes

Ressembles the mirror

It reflects my soul

But it’s broken.

But I can see myself

In the mirror clearly

No cuts no imperfections

Later I realized

That’s it’s not the mirror

That’s broken

By my conscience that’s broken…..

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