You say I'm indecisive
I'm confused, intolerable
I'm perfectly inconclusive
I count 1.
You say I'm stupid
I'm foolish, uncontrollable
I'm terribly frightening
I count 2.
You say there's anywhere you'd rather be
Than with me
Because I annoy you to death
I count 3, 4, 5.
All these years I have been counting the cracks
And I look in a broken mirror
And see not my reflection
But yours
For you I see
7 years bad luck
None for me
Because my mirror can heal
What you say bounces
Right back at you
And every insult you heap on me
Reflected back to you
Because I bought my mirror
From heaven
You bought yours
From hell
And that is why cracks intended for me backfired
And broke your mirror instead.