Mirror

Spring is here and summer soon
I’m feel myself getting old
Hundreds of tiny reflections
From the shattered mirror on the floor
I can’t hide from the reality any more
Naked and alone in this big old home
Bleeding from the fist, dripping on the hardwood floor
Why did I punch the man in the mirror?
Maybe it’s just a phase I’m in
Maybe I just really hate mirrors

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