You break me so easily.
Turn me to pieces and bits
And then you put me back again
Every bit where it fits.
And I am even better now,
This new, put together, me,
Ow my, I say to my mirror reflection,
Ow my, so together, isn’t she?
The one in the mirror me,
Is a perfect me, you see.
She is what I desperately act to be,
She is a picture of a thousand wishes,
A song of silent wispers,
She is every ‘no’ I never said,
And every ‘yes’ I can’t forget.
And for a fraction of time,
For an instance amidst the chais of my mind
In the middle of being and wanting to be,
I feel as if I am her, when you look at me.
