A single tear,
Traces it's way down my cheek,
It's path evident against my skin.
I watch it through my reflection,
It's rounded shape, glittering in the light.
I shut my eyes tight,
And more tears flood their way through,
Tracing millions of paths, making my face glint in the light.
They reach my chin,
And as I open my stinging eyes,
I start at my reflection.
My face is red,
My sobs escaping now,
My breathing quickening until I collapse.
I crumple to the floor,
My body heaving with sobs.
As the tears begin to dry,
I stand, frail in front of the mirror,
Knowing that those thousands of paths will never disappear,
But simply scar my face,
Reminding me each time I look,
Of what I am.
Of what I've become.