The Mirror People

What are we, but mirrors,

Shattered and patched back up time and again.

And in all those times, mistaken,

Mistaken pieces glued back together in vain!

Which piece is mine, which is your’s?

Which is that random person’s that i bumped into today?

Maybe there is, somewhere in me, a piece completely mine,

only surrounded by a stranger’s, if i may say!

You might be a part of so many people more,

so many a part of you for sure.

Unknowingly or with knowing guilt or by mere chance,

you leave a part and take another to be your own.

Each hand you shake, each hello you wave,

Each smile you spread, each heart you stole,

Every tear you caused, every kind word you spoke,

Everything you touch, blossoms, bespoke.

Embrace change, because it’s nothing but you.

Learning over the years, how to be and who!

If it scares you, don’t fret and revert,

If everyone did that, then the whole world would just be stuck!

You can be anyone you want to be, chosen instantly,

because you’re already that inside somewhere.

Just imagine how beautiful it is, how divine,

That you ain’t just you but a million people more!

So be proud of all your pieces, sticking to each other with strength,

you now know that even if you break again, you’ll stand up tall with grace.

Because you’re but a million mirror pieces,

reflecting who has come, who has gone or stayed.