REFLECT

Count to ten and close your eyes the image you'll see is you in disguse Low and behold It's a picture of you But the mirror is broken You're just a blurry Hue You want to cry? Or do you not know what to do? Are you sure that art is the thing you want to pursue? Didn't you say that the mirror was broken? Torn to shreds like words left unspoken? The image in the dark is too distorted to see But soon you'll find that that is what you'll be