a.disturbed.soul.

It is not my reflection I am looking at in the mirror
It is rather pieces of me
Shattered little pieces
That do not relate to each other
Neither in their color nor in their smell

Tiny pieces of me
Each having a life of its own
Its little dreams and modest fears
Dreams of a better future
Fears of not getting there

Little pieces of me
Pulling my soul each to its side
In order to feel alive
In order to be able to breathe
But a soul cannot be smashed
It cannot be divided
A soul is one
And am not feeling it inside anymore