Mirrors
I just don’t have anything good to say anymore. It’s horrible little broken pieces that don’t fit together now.
I've stopped looking
At the mirrors in my house.
My wife has to tell me
When my hair is becoming
An awful tangled mess,
Or when my face looks
Like I've never held a razor
A single time in my life.
They just feel offensive,
Reminding me over and over
That I'm nowhere near
Who I want to be.
That I'm a little more broken,
A little more fragile
Than a man is supposed to be.
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Brebelles
All people are broken.
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