Broken Glass [Why Don't We]

I looked too the mirror and saw an ugly person standing in there. I look it in the eyes and wondered "how did it ever come this way". I closed my eyes for a minute, hoping that that person would disappear. But when I opened my eyes, it was still standing there. I hated it that it was looking at me in pity, I hated that it was looking at me like I was broken. I screamed and before I even knew it, my fist was bleeding. Glass of the mirror was laying all around me. I looked down and saw in a piece of mirror that person again. "Who have I become?!!!!!" I asked myself screaming, while dropping on my knees.