I'm in a room full of mirrors,
Sitting in a fetal position on the floor.
All around me are my flaws--
They stare back at me;
They surround me.
I stand up,
Turning to each mirror
After I have looked at one
And can't bear to look at it
Any longer.
I continue this pattern
For what feels like hours.
Little do I know I was in there
For 20 minutes...
I begin to panic.
Why are all of my flaws
Staring back at me?
What did I do
To deserve this?
Fear spreads
Throughout my body,
Rising in my throat.
I've had enough.
I try to scream,
But only a broken sob
Escapes my mouth.
I panic even more.
I walk to the mirror
That shows all of my flaws.
I shove it backwards;
I break the damned thing.
My hands
Are covered with glass
And blood,
Oh the blood.
But wait...
I look up...
To see the same image
That was in the mirror.
I may have broken the mirror,
But the girl in the mirror--
She broke me.
