The mirror

There's a house on the street

where a girl lives

In the house there's a mirror,

and the mirror's broken.

She stares at the mirror every day, all day

But the craks in it never go away

They tell her "get it fixed"

They tell her "why don't you do something?"

And her only answer is "I don't know..."

She stands in the hall,

the hall where the mirror is

She stands and let's live pass her by

People come and go

But she never says hi,

she just stares at her in the mirror,

a desfigured picture of herself,

and let's time go by her.

In the mirror she sees what she is

and imagines what she really wanted to be

what she thought she would be, someday,

but live took that away...

She imagined herself with someone on that mirror

but that went away too ...

So she started to think "What am I gonna do?

Who is going to want me now?

Who am I going to be?

Who's going to love me?"

I don't know was the answer to the questions,

she thought, and convinced herself of that,

not making a single move,

standing there, by the hall, in front of the broken mirror.

The truth is, she needed to repair that mirror

repair her way to see things and to see herself

but she couldn't do it alone,

she still can't,

and so she's waiting for someone to come along

replace that mirror with a new one

and give her a new vision of herself

a side even she didn't knew,

because sometimes, repairing isn't good enough,

and what she needed was not the same mirror,

but an improved perspective of her own life.