Poezja

Picking up the pieces of the broken mirror, I see,
How much life had never meant anything to me,
I never thought I was the pretty one or smart,
But I realize that I've been given a whole new start.
A new chance to make things better than before,
A chance to spend time with all the loved ones I adore.
A new change of lifestyle and a change of heart
A release of all those emotions that were tearing me apart.
The old life I knew, I threw away with the glass.
I got a new life, a new mirror, and I'm forgetting the past.