I stare into the glass, but it’s not me I see,

A stranger in the cracks, a ghost staring back at me.

The edges are jagged, my face is a blur,

Every shard of my soul screams louder than words.

Who am I beneath this skin?

A hollow frame, a fading grin.

Shattered reflections, a maze of broken light,

Pieces of me lost in the fight.

I’m breaking apart, but I’m holding on tight,

To the shards of a life that never felt right.

The cracks are spreading wide, I feel them splitting me,

A war inside my mind, no truce, no clarity.

The mirror’s a liar, but the truth feels worse,

I’m trapped in a cycle, my own curse.

What’s real when the image dies?

A shadow screams where the silence lies.

Shattered reflections, a maze of broken light,

Pieces of me lost in the fight.

I’m breaking apart, but I’m holding on tight,

To the shards of a life that never felt right.

Can I escape the fragments I see?

Every piece cuts deeper into me.

(Spoken, growing aggressive)

What’s left is twisted,

What’s left is raw.

I’ll tear it down—I’ll break it all!

Shattered reflections, a maze of broken light,

Pieces of me lost in the fight.

I’m breaking apart, but I’m holding on tight,

To the shards of a life that never felt right.

The glass lies empty, nothing to see.

No face, no soul, no version of me.