I peeked at the broken mirror
Distortion of myself was seen .
They say a mirror was the reflection of you…
But all I see is a fog of misty mishappens. ..
My life was an uproar
My world was filled with chaos
What was the point to harness
When all you are is a case of misfortune
There was no point to believe
Because my hopes was shattered and thrown to the sea
I would just live as I am
Unsure of the streak..
Because no ray of hope bothers to shine and light up my street
My mirror showed me
But in bits and pieces
A reflection of my life as it goes to shits..