Who can call you tempered,

When you’re the fiercest form of all?

Splits into many, merges into one,

Are you the god of colors?

Even the infinitesimal fractured segment reflects,

Its ability limited only by the incapacity of the eye that sees.

Constant in resonating the truth,

Incapable of lies or embellishments,

You are the embodiment of the stark truth,

When shattered, you pierce,

When whole, you reflect,

But which hurts the most?

Is the most honest revelation,

A trap or liberation?

You watch,

You show,

What do you keep?

We think you never lie,

But whose truth do you show?

After all, I see me, Who do others witness as me?