Mirrors.

Mirrors; a room full of mirrors.

Every where I turn - I see myself

A reflection of brokenness.

I step closer to the mirror in front of me.

I pinch my fat.

I curse my eyebrows

I pull at my hair.

I can't stand looking at the flaws these mirrors reflect.

 

Running; I run this way and that.

But I just keep running into a new mirror

Running from myself, into myself

I can't escape me.

That's all I ever wanted to do.

It hits me finally, 

There is no door. 

I'm stuck with me, 

Trapped and suffocating,

in this room full of mirrors.

 

Screaming; I scream until my throat is raw.

I scream out all my frustration

I scream so someone would hear.

But no one can hear and I know that somewhere.

I can't help but scream anyways.

I scream so loud and so long my brain becomes clouded

It's dark and I kick. 

I kick out a mirror in front of me.

 

Pieces; pieces of mirror shattered in front of me.

I pick one gently up and stare at it, oh so delicately.

It's rigged and rough and beautiful.

This shattered mirror that's finally a true reflection of me.

Broken and in pieces.