I miss you

-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',

... no, no, no. That's too sudden,

It's not just a mirror,

it's a shattered mirror,

-5 ... well, at least it is now.

Ok, let me see...

"The mirror, fragile, delicate,

casted on the wall,

-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,

like millions of ghosts,

reflecting her ghostly image back..."

wait, wait, wait!

-13 Who is this girl,

where is she from,

well, I guess it's not important where she's from,

but, who is she?

-17 And, besides,

who shattered the mirror?

maybe she did,

out of outrage to a loved one,

-21 or maybe she's scared,

... no, she's scared,

she's afraid for something.

hmm...

-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,

the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,

her eyes, a newborn lamb's,

her skin, frozen in her glass frame,

-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."

Ok, now what's wrong with her?

She should be broken,

Hey, aren't we all?

-33 Maybe she needs a home,

... Then, where the hell is she now?

And, if she is in a home,

not excluding that she's not,

-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",

a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,

but, does she have a calling,

a family... friends?

-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,

a diamond in the rough,

... That's just what she is,

a rough, imprisoned in some hell,

-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,

without surrender, she says to herself,

she tried with all her might to withstand,

to endure, to fight back,

-49 But it was too much,

to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,

to be better, to be the 'one',

as if there was nothing else she could be..."

-53 But, then, what the fuck?

What is she to do now that she's shattered?

What's her calling,

does she have one?

-57 ... maybe she has none,

maybe this could just be a sad story,

like Sweeney Todd,

... what was the moral of that story, anyway?

-61 Maybe there was none,

Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,

like, Jekell and Hyde,

God, that could be it!

-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,

for, she knew, if life is worth it all,

all the praise it gets,

all the hype thrown at it,

-69 what must be so bad about death,

about destroying the one thing she longed for,

her whole life's only want,

... you see she'd only been surviving,

-73 making little by little,

inching by, while everyone else had thrived,

They had lived,

They had more than just necessity,

-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,

they could afford to make mistakes,

a luxury she didn't have.

So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,

-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,

scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."

... this is too much,

I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,

-85 So, what do you think?

... mhmm... I see your point,

well, you're right, it's too much anyway,

I'll just go to bed... -88

I miss you

-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',

... no, no, no. That's too sudden,

It's not just a mirror,

it's a shattered mirror,

-5 ... well, at least it is now.

Ok, let me see...

"The mirror, fragile, delicate,

casted on the wall,

-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,

like millions of ghosts,

reflecting her ghostly image back..."

wait, wait, wait!

-13 Who is this girl,

where is she from,

well, I guess it's not important where she's from,

but, who is she?

-17 And, besides,

who shattered the mirror?

maybe she did,

out of outrage to a loved one,

-21 or maybe she's scared,

... no, she's scared,

she's afraid for something.

hmm...

-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,

the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,

her eyes, a newborn lamb's,

her skin, frozen in her glass frame,

-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."

Ok, now what's wrong with her?

She should be broken,

Hey, aren't we all?

-33 Maybe she needs a home,

... Then, where the hell is she now?

And, if she is in a home,

not excluding that she's not,

-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",

a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,

but, does she have a calling,

a family... friends?

-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,

a diamond in the rough,

... That's just what she is,

a rough, imprisoned in some hell,

-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,

without surrender, she says to herself,

she tried with all her might to withstand,

to endure, to fight back,

-49 But it was too much,

to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,

to be better, to be the 'one',

as if there was nothing else she could be..."

-53 But, then, what the fuck?

What is she to do now that she's shattered?

What's her calling,

does she have one?

-57 ... maybe she has none,

maybe this could just be a sad story,

like Sweeney Todd,

... what was the moral of that story, anyway?

-61 Maybe there was none,

Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,

like, Jekell and Hyde,

God, that could be it!

-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,

for, she knew, if life is worth it all,

all the praise it gets,

all the hype thrown at it,

-69 what must be so bad about death,

about destroying the one thing she longed for,

her whole life's only want,

... you see she'd only been surviving,

-73 making little by little,

inching by, while everyone else had thrived,

They had lived,

They had more than just necessity,

-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,

they could afford to make mistakes,

a luxury she didn't have.

So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,

-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,

scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."

... this is too much,

I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,

-85 So, what do you think?

... mhmm... I see your point,

well, you're right, it's too much anyway,

I'll just go to bed... -88