Broken Glass

She stares into her broken mirror
At all those broken pieces
And all those rough edges

Those tiny imperfections that only she can see
Yet the people who pass by
Never see a thing

No one ever helped her replace
Those broken pieces
Or smooth those rough edges

They all just passed by
Like the wind through the trees
Never stopping, never watching

So, she put her mirror on the wall
Leaving those broken pieces and
Those rough edges behind

And closed the door behind her
Because no one ever helped her
Replace those broken pieces
And smooth those rough edges

They just kept walking
Never wondering, never noticing
That the girl with the broken glass
Wasn’t there anymore