Broken Pieces

The mirrors move and spin.
They get bright and suddenly go dim.

I've asked several times to learn from these sins.
But the sudden impulse allows them back in.

I built the house, picked out the drapes and laid down the tile.
The paint dripped off the walls and eventually they crumbled.

I tried to pick up the pieces but I didn't know where to put them.
It happened when I was alone with nobody to call home.

The sorry excuse for that has been mistaken.
I decided to move in with a stranger just to escape them.

They didn't know about the broken pieces so they would just leave them alone.

It hurt the stranger when the sharp edge dug into him and he didn't want me in his home ever since then.

I picked up the rest of the pieces and ran off into the dark.

I left them behind when they weren't looking,
but woke up when them in-return.

We climbed the highest mountain on the lowest part of town.

When I jumped off the cliff the pieces were still laying on the ground.

One day I stared right at them and asked a bunch of questions but the pieces didn't even try to answer my consequences.

Then I bumped into someone when I wasn't looking,
they put the pieces back where they came from,
since then I wasn't ashamed of walking around with them.

The pieces fit perfectly into their own puzzle and fortunately one person understood this struggle.

The mirrors move and spin. They get bright and suddenly go dim.
Broken pieces are carried within.