A small mistake

shattering the perfect mirror

The person

who we thought we were

A thousand broken pieces

Of imperfect beauty

The cracks distorting

What we want to see

Sharp memories

Lay across the floor

Shards of the picture

Complete no more

We gather them in our hands

Hide them from prying eyes

Try to piece them back together

Create a perfect guise

The sharpness of error

Stabs our frantic hand

Too many mistakes

Glass scattered like sand

The mirror of our life

We hide so none can see

Our perfectness distorted

Our broken imagery

But peeking around our wall

To compare ours with another

We see a perfect image

Then a truth we do discover

Perfect seems to radiate

A clear and smooth reflection

But see the shards upon the floor

It is a fake completion

Silver paper covers all

The shatters of past mistakes

Rather hide the pain inside a hand

Than show the world the cracks

We all are mirrors of mistakes

Broken beyond recognition

And yet we all pretend to have

A perfect clear reflection

Don't be deceived by perfect mirrors

Because they don't exist

I've seen too much of silver paper

Than mirrors to be fixed