Faces in the broken mirror
Through the broken pieces of a mirror on the floor,
I could see my scattered face
Every piece was just a reflection of my face
Yet unrecognizable to one another
Some were smiling, while Some were shy,
Some were angry and some tend to cry
Some had bruises, some new, some old
Some looked young, yet some were aged
All faces staring at me
Unfamiliar to my looks in the unbroken mirror
