Broken Mirror

Wandering through this world,
A confusing, frightening place,
Where nothing I do seems right,
And my wrongs are never corrected.
I wander without knowing,
Without a clue to what should happen,
Making choices without knowing,
Fearing what will happen.
Is what I'm doing right?
Or will my world shatter,
Like a mirror dropped on the floor?
Pieces tearing at my heart,
Scarring portions of my life.
What will become of the decisions I make?
What will become of me?

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