Is this my refelction?

My life is like a mirror,
better to leave it shattered,
than to hurt myself,
picking up the broken pieces.

Someday they will fit,
the lessons glue it together,
the lies i tell hang it up,
and the truth keeps it shiny.

The reflection is ugly,
but i can fill it with beauty,
my soul and inner piece take over,
it's never always me that i see.

There are people that enter,
leave footprints on my heart,
a hand print on my mirror,
never will they be forgotten.

I have to dissolve the past,
the future counts the most,
but i fear of what is waiting,
to unfold my fragile reflector.

I can love and i can live,
paint my own picture,
sing my own song,
and write my own story.

Though you try to write it for me,
sing and paint it in your way,
trap me in your dreams,
your icy, cold heart and world.

I like to smile and laugh,
i do know who i am,
i may be foolish, young and stupid,
but never do i let you control me.

The world is waiting for my words,
my mirror is waiting for a new echo,
the shadow needs to be in color,
black and white is not real.

This ever-looking glass,
changes, improves and learns,
but one thing stays the same,
the mirrors frame-my soul.