If I Break the Glass

If I break the glass
Will my image stay?
Will every minute I've waited, simply go away?
Will I test forces better left alone,
Or will the ugly voices gradually atone?

If I break the glass
With my boot or my fist
Will the passion break destinys sealed kiss?
Will the shattered pieces make me feel better,
like a puzzle I can put back together?

If I break the glass
Will my identity be strange?
Will my mind slowly go deranged?
Or will I be free of the demands of social society?
Will the pains of being different go away quietly?

I broke the glass
And my evil twin strayed.
This mirror infront of me has all but been slayed.