The mirror
I look
With fear
I look
I shake 
I break
The mirror 
I look
The pieces
The faces
The thoughts 
The disgraces
I look
At what mattered
I look
At what's shattered
I look
At whats's scattered
The pieces
Too many
The faces
Too many
The disgraces
Too many
My fingers 
They rake
My hands 
They take
The many 
They place
In a bag
That tears
That wears
The marks 
Of stress
The marks
Of unrest
I rest