Glass Mirrors And Shards Poem by Dillon Crawford

I am looking down through glass mirrors and shards
shards of what could and would have been a better life
As a kid I used to play with mirrors trying to get that infinite reflection
But now I only wish i cold pull them apart
I have become that infinite reflection
More copies then i can count
I have no control over the copies of myself for the are no longer me
I dive into the sea of mirrors, to try and stop the root
But I can not overcome the constant roaring
No longer do I know which copy isn’t a copy
In the end we are all just copies
So i leave the mirror and find a vantage above
Now I am looking down through glass mirrors and shards.