A Mirror Cracked

i’m a mirror cracked
flawed, some my own
others inherited
the rest copied from the world.

It’s a silent explosion,
Internal, and yet painfull
Im the bomb and also the killer
The target ,A suicide bomber

There are things I don’t understand,
And some I don’t comprehend
I play the game with the handicap
Of not even knowing what it is that I play.

And yet I go on, over and over
Losing, once and some more
Not knowing how to stop
Its like a mission, a self destruct
And the countdown has begun.

Then one day the clock will strike zero
And it will end,
No one will know
But me, and of course you.