Even though this cracked mirror,
can never be clear...

Tears don't flow as easy,
When all I want to do is cry...

Mom
I cried the day you told me about you past...

“Would you like to be a princess?”
And wear a pretty hat...

The day you turned twelve,
I handed you a book...

I know these times are rocky,
Things aren't as perfect as before...

When I move ill miss you,
more then I can say...