'Literature is like the mirror to the soul' I once hated my frowning shrug I broke the mirror into a million shards I now saw sprawled all over the rug A million reflections of my frown Literature is like the mirror to the soul Beware what experience you adorn As you stand up to face the watery word For whence this glass shatters Into a million verses of bleeding ink You'll stare into infinite reflections Of that single emotion engulfing thee
