Mirror

What do you see,

when you look into your reflection?

Do you see a pretty, perfect face?

The face of a confident person?

Do you see what you can achieve?

What you can conquer?

Do you see the person that everyone knows,

and the person everyone loves?

For me it’s different.

I see nothing worthwhile.

I see cracks in the mirror,

where all my dreams had been shattered.

Shards of the mirror sit around me,

as I count out the days.

I count them out as if I'm insane,

waiting for God to take me from this world.

I run my finger along the glass’ edge,

feeling the sweetness of it’s touch.

Pulling open my skin, and letting the blood go,

is like letting out a bird.

Looking up at the mirror’s pieces,

my eyes wandering the broken glass.

I notice there is nothing there,