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.