Your reflection

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, I'm lost.

I was lost 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 through a circle in my mind

I take a deep breathe, I start building the broken glass into a mirror.

I look at myself. Walk out that door, wearing a smile on my face.