I look in the mirror, I look at that girl,
I see the way she hides behind the false smile,
The way that her eyes show the pain she really feels.
I know her very well by now,
And yet sometimes, she's a mystery.
The glass mirror shatters,
Leaving shards everywhere,
Each one a separate part of this girl's life,
Each one reflecting something different,
Enough to make you think you are dealing with several different girls.
So many images of one person,
So many lives lived... yet nothing achieved.