I didn't want to stand in front of that tainted reflection,
like so many times in the past...
I could no longer stare at something broken,
without punching through the glass.
As the pieces of broken facades lay around me,
I played with them.
Grabbing a piece of what remained,
I watched the blood run down my wrist,
finally something that was unfeigned.
Hold on to what is real, even though it may hurt.