Looking into the mirror
The things that I see
Never was a reflection of me
Who is this that I see, why isn't he where he wanted to be
Silenced, bruised, and mentally broken
Never heard of, never mellowed out, and never spoken
The glare in the mirror was this deep dark cloud
One minute there's a loud sound making him a clown
Another minute there's a voice that says you better make me proud
It took a miracle to get him where he needed to be
For the mirror shattered and the broken pieces are things that would blow your mind if the world needed to see
He said you can't tell me anything now that I'm outspoken
I've been full of bruises but I'm not easily broken
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