Behold the Shards

You tell me
Bits and pieces
Of what happened,
And describe
The incident
As if you were
Merely a spectator,
An innocent bystander
Who just happened
Upon the scene,
But you were
Far more involved
Than you would
Have me believe.
In examining the shards
Of your story,
I realize a mirror
Has been broken,
And each piece
Subtly reflects
Something of its origin.
What I look for
Is the part you played
In the situation,
For that mirrors
How you are in life.