I stare at the bloody broken mirror
Gazing at my reflection
As my tears slide down my skin.
There's nothing here for me now
I'm living a total lie
The truth of it is
I'm beautifully broken.
The whole time that I was around everyone else
I put up a mask.
I never let anyone get close to me.
I don't regret that.
Now as my mask is finally cracking,
I wonder to myself,
Am I actually myself?
Or have I changed too much?
No, the real answer is that
I'm broken beyond repair.

again. really well done.
could use alittle more moody ness to it.
rather than that. wow.

i like the obvious theme and language of it.
but "beautifully broken" kind of seems ... cliche?
like something you'd hear in a song, you know?

That is deep. Mask cracking...bravo.