I broke my mirror
Grains of glass lay on the ground
The shards poke my feet and stick in my hands
It’s definitely been more than seven years of bad luck

Putting shards back in the frame just is not the same
The holes in my reflection are annoying
Sometimes, I wonder why I’m trying so hard to fix my mirror

Glue at least gets the shimmering pieces back up
It’s not well but at least it’s in the frame
And despite the disarray
I think I can like my mirror