Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

I've never been very fond of mirrors. Every time I see one I have the urge to shatter it into a million little pieces. Shattering it will do nothing I am afraid. It won't change the way I look. It won't change the way that other people view me. I suppose I'm stuck in this body unless I find a way to get out.

I'm not sure how I'm going to do it but I promise you, I'll find a way.
(Sequel to The Mess I Made, I recommend you read that one before you read this one but if you don't it's still easy to understand :) )