My Mirror 

 One morning I took a mirror    
 Looked into it to see my face
 It fell down breaking into pieces
 each piece was a mirror for me.
                  
                      I looked into each piece
                 each  one was different
                One showed a cheerful face,
                 One a sad,one a dejected one,
                 one a depressed, one a frustrated o
                 one an anxious one,a curious one.
    
  One a sickly indeed,a desperate one.
 How many faces do I have, I thought
 Perhaps a thousand and more
 like the scattered remnants
of a dream seen forlorn and forgotten.