Sitting on my bedroom floor,
Glue in hand,
Trying to put this mirror back together,
Like putting pieces of my life back together again.
But every once in a while my hand slips
And the glass cuts my skin,
Making yet another obstacle to get through
Before I finally piece the mirror together.
But the moment it's fixed,
The glue seems to melt,
And I am forced to start all over again
With a cycle that never ends.