It is the mirror I smashed
The little pieces, scattered
Knowing that was once broken
It can never be fixed
The final result of wrath
Sharp pieces of a broken mirror
They show me myself
The way I am
Shattered, a sick mind
Being afraid of what I can do
With my hands, with my mind
I hate it
And the monster
Beneath my bed
You are the monster
You, the one who smiles
At me from inside my mirror