I'm walking in this hall of mirrors
The reflections change with each step
Some mirrors are broken, some are dirty and some are missing.
I turn to look and I see a little girl staring back at me
She is innocent, unstained from this world
She has yet to know what pain will ravage her heart
I turn to the next one
The same girl now a teenager
She's been bullied
She's been bruised
Her eyes red from tears
Her hands red from blood
I slowly turn to the next one
Here I am
I see who I've grown into
I could be weak, but I am strong
I could fall apart, but I am whole
I could be happy, but I am sad
The past haunts me
The pain has tainted me
I am still here
I never thought I would be
Endless mirrors line my way
Reflecting
Projecting
Ideas of who I am and who I want to be
One day I'll break the ones that hold me back
One day breaking glass will sound like freedom
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