Broken Mirror

Lies that are hiding
Behind a beautiful smile.
Untold stories that are
Quite painful for the heart.
Disguise to try to fool ourselves,
Makeup to put our truth
To rest in a dark corner.
This is what we are now.
This is what we are told to be.
Where is our truth?
Is it waiting for us
Behind that broken mirror?
What´s left of our true scent?
There´s still hope that someone
Could find us
Among all of this confusion,
And that person
Could remind us
That we still exist,
That we are more than a shadow.
Is still any hope?
I need to know right now.