Looking at myself,
My old self,
From a newfound world.
Through a glass,
A protected glass, so I’m able to see so peacefully,
What I was back then and what I’ve become today.

The scared and detached look on my face,
My face that is now so different,
So calm and colourful,
Once bleak and broken.

The strong need to reach through,
To comfort her and tell her life will turn around,
That life will be so amazing,
And not to lose hope.

This glass, this still broken glass
Healed so much from what it was;
Shattered and scattered throughout time itself,
Now stands before me,
Pieced together with cracks here and there.

This two-way glass
Enables me to see
Myself and myself,
Two separates still one.
Still sharing dreams.
Still sharing hardships.

She can see me,
My smile full of colour and self-esteem,
Full of hopes and full of dreams,
Full of love and full of happiness,
Slowly lacking her everyday,
Until she leaves all power to me.

When I can no longer be sad because of her.
When the glass is crackless,
When she is all just a memory,
Then we will know that self-wholeness
Is no longer a hope but an accomplishment.

One I will no longer wait to see coming –
Holding the last piece to the glass.