Faces in the broken mirror

Through the broken pieces of a mirror on the floor,
I could see my scattered face

Every piece was just a reflection of my face
Yet unrecognizable to one another

Some were smiling, while Some were shy,
Some were angry and some tend to cry

Some had bruises, some new, some old
Some looked young, yet some were aged

All faces staring at me
Unfamiliar to my looks in the unbroken mirror

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