Just some poetry

XIII. Mirror mirror

Mirror Mirror
On the wall.
I stare at my reflection,
With sad eyes.
Mirror mirror
What I see is killing me.
Drip drop
My tears hit the hardwood floor beneath my body.
Emotions flood through,
My cursing veins,
My broken body, Covered is scars and bruises.
Anger surges through me like a boiling water,
My own blood is boiling.
I'm mad at me, I'm mad at this mirror.
I hate what i see,
Why can't I be different.
I'm 4'11"
Black eyes
Short fat legs big enough to seat Santa clause.
A nose sanding father out than my own soul can reach
I lift my hand and put as I curls into a fist.
My sobs escape as my hand swings,
Swings toward the only mirror.
My hand collided with the cool glass,
Pain shears through my fist and arm.
Shard fly everywhere, hitting me,
Screaming and crying.
Drip drip
My blood hits the floor.
I look in the broken mirror,
The mirror now matches my broken soul and body.
Mirror mirror
What I see is killing me