I ask myself
who is that,
staring back at me?
i wonder when the mirror
will truly reflect who i am
or how i feel
And I fear I do not have an answer,
the harder I stare
the more angry I become.
I begin to cry,
my tears are black,
and staining my face.
And I punch the mirror
in the center,
right where I stand, broken.
My mirror now reflects my heart,
fragile and shattered,
broken.
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