I’m trying to decide whether I like life or not
I’m debating past actions compared to present
Have I changed, progressed, moved forward
Am I now where I wanted to be
I walk along a lake and look at the water
I see my reflection, yet it is distorted
I see me but not really
I just exist
What happened to the laughter, the struggle for my mouth to curve upward instead of down
The pain felt in my neck as I try to lift my head high and not let it soar down
I can see the ground
I can feel the agony the ground must feel as I take each seemingly gigantic step forward (or is it back?)
Don’t step on the cracks
But, then where would I step?
I wish she would have stayed
I look into a broken window and notice my reflection
How clear, how oddly clear I appear through each broken piece of glass
How pieceful my face looks
there’s a piece, there’s a piece
There’s a whole in the window as big as the one in my soul
Don’t push too hard or the whole thing will go
Don’t push too hard or my soul will break
like a shattered window, a shattered life
Yet, look how clear I appear through so many broken pieces