The broken glass there on the floor,
That's where it belongs, something I don't care for.
Those Reflecting pieces on the ground
They Destroy the sane, so then problems abound.

What's the point of having glass on the wall?
To make one feel hurt, insecure, meek, and small?
Just to show one, they are not the same?
Just to make vanity everyone's new aim?

Perhaps they regret they don't look the same way,
Perhaps they regret they have not became a cliche.
It's the mirroring glass that causes trouble around,
Yes just those reflecting pieces, now on the ground.

Taunts, insecurities, suicide, and more
All caused by what we adore.
The solution? Quite simple- break all the glass.
It's vanity against sanity and who triumphs is up to us.