Mirrors

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Everyone has a mirror,
Not an ordinary mirror,
The mirror everyone has is called a soul,
Your soul holds all your emotions,
It is you,
We're all in a black room inside,
In a pitch black room,
Filled with mirrors,
All the mirrors are people's souls,
You notice a mirror in the corner,
This mirror is shattered and has shards surrounding it,
This soul is called Summer,
She has had boulders thrown at her all her life,
These boulders come at her emotionally,
But it cracks the soul,
Summer no longer feels,
She never smiles it's always forced,
Her laugh is also forced,
She doesn't feel bored,
Jealous,
Sad,
Happy,
Annoyed,
Anger,
She doesn't feel anything,
Only pain and only when she wants to,
She has no one,
You think your life's bad but then you see Summer,
You got over to her,
You become her glue and others join in,
Her family help you and her friends help glue her back together,
Once she's fixed she sings,
She dances,
She becomes herself once again,
But the one writing this,
The author,
Is me,
I'm Summer except no one has come to be my glue,
No one,
That's all I have,
Somedays I'll be broken,
Others I would be broken but reassuring myself inside,
Who knew a human could become so broken?

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