“Do You Like What You See?”

A small broken shard

Edges so smooth

Yet so sharp

Broken mirror

Broken heart

Face reflected

Voice calls out:

“Do you like what you see?”

Eyes water

Piece slips

Blood falls

Like little raindrops

Falling from the sky

Tears reach the floor

The liquids mingle

The beautiful glass now stained with crimson

Holding it again

Hmm, the reflection looks somewhat different

Vision blurred

Face appears to be bleeding

Hand on cheek

All is fine

Yet the reflection says differently

Face looks natural with the blood falling off it

“You like it better that way, don’t you?”

Just a small cut

Not too big

Perhaps, that would be fine

Yes, just a small cut

Edge makes contact

Soft at first

Then grows firm

Stinging relief

Blood trickles down pale skin

Hmm, it looks like a teardrop

There, now the reflection doesn’t lie

“Can you stand to look in the mirror, now? Of course, you can. Now you look the way the mirror tells you to.”

The mirror is always right.

Reflections shouldn’t lie

Nor hide what’s inside.

That’s why it’s broken, stained, bleeding and crying.

It’s showing the truth.

“It controls you to the very end.”

End.

Word sounds sweet.

The mirror is at its end now too.

“But it can be fixed.”

No, it can’t.

“It isn’t in as many pieces as you think.”

Can’t tell

Hurts too much

Too many tears and blood

“So, they can be wiped away.”

Hmmm, suppose they can.

Too late, though, isn’t it?

“No, not if you try.”

Well, then I’ll just have to try.

It’s all matter of trying
You can change if you want to
All you have to do is
Take a look in the mirror
And ask yourself:

“Do you like what you see?”