True me? Who, me?
True me? Who, me?
I'm just Sydney
I am nobody to you
I'm just a woman
I'm just a student
I'm just an artist
What am I to you?
I'm a stranger
I'm the can of soup stuck in your aisle of bread
I don't belong here
And yet here I am
The true me?
I'm more than a woman, student and artist
I'm more than a can of soup
I'm a broken mirror
Let your beauty reflect off me
Into ugliness
A mirror that instead of learning to love itself
Made its living reflecting hate and sorrow
It disfigured everything it saw
It pushed the new image out
To echo the bitterness it held inside it's splintered soul
It will cut you if you come too close
A broken mirror is unlovable
A broken mirror is useless
A broken mirror is a waste of time
I may be broken but I am not beyond repair!
You may have shattered me
But I can only come back stronger
You turned my soul to shards
But you did not crack my spirit
You were the fist that left me broken
But you took away a bloodied stump
A broken mirror can still defend itself, after all
With its razorous spines
Yes, a broken mirror is quite powerful
I can dig myself into you
I could keep you imprisoned within me forever
But I will let you go
You are the useless one
You do not define me
I may be in pieces but these pieces are the ones to define me
These pieces do not weaken me
A broken mirror is not doomed to only destroy
I can create beauty
I am unique as the cracks in the mirror of your own design
What will I see when I look into your mirror?