Inanimate Objects: Mirror.

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I'm a mirror.

You can look at me, 

See yourself, 

See behind you,

What's below you,

Depending on my angle. 

If you stare at me

Long enough

You might not recognize yourself. 

And you can blame me. 

You can leave a small chip in my glass

And you'll never see 

Either of us

The same again. 

You can break me.

Shatter me. 

But little do you know

I am much more 

Dangerous,

Broken 

Than whole. 

When you break me, 

My broken pieces can tear you apart.

They can leave 

Scarring cuts 

and small, shattered reflections

Of your face. 

And little do you know

When you sweep me up 

And throw me away, 

I go to new places. 

I am created into different things

That I never could have been

If you didn't break me. 

I can reflect sunlight

To burn

Maybe too bright. 

I reflect broken faces

Of whom 

Are just as broken as me. 

And little do you know 

I can make people beautiful. 

I can show people the beauty of them. 

And maybe there are better; 

Less broken merrors than me, 

But the more broken

And small

I am, 

The harder it is for you to hurt me. 

And the easier it is for me to hurt you. 

As a broken mirror

I don't need to watch

As you stare right through me, 

Picking flaws and 

Insecureties out of your skin

And out of me,

Just to plaster on your forehead. 

Because I am broken

I am different. 

I am a different size, 

Shape, 

And strength 

Because I am broken. 

Because I am broken, 

You can't hurt me again. 

I am a mirror. 

Maybe a broken one, 

But I still remain a mirror. 

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