I lived inside the mirror

with only a reflection to satisfy.

Often I wondered as I peered into the void,

can I touch, can I feel?

For every time I looked,

the face was different in the glass.

The sheen distorts, changes to my desire.

Even when I’m unsure myself,

and I have been blissfully unaware,

Until now of course.

For over the years the smudges build up.

Fingerprints litter the surface,

and it has twisted into a wicked image.

So I feel anger consume me

and the mirror falls around my fist.

A million faces smile together

as I see past the glass a world I never knew.

Then the red drips onto the jagged edges

and I smile through the pain.

I walk away from the glass for the first time in my life.

and even though the mirrors is gone,

the shards always remain.