Mirrors
they crack beneath the weight of my stare
the scrutiny
the hate
Walking, my feet bleed, upon the shards
The shattered remnants of my once-
confident
beautiful-
visage
A mask
porcelain
delicate, yet strong
Now broken.
Always Broken?
Tears run dry.
Reflecting reality
my reality
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Mirrors
they crack beneath the weight of my stare
the scrutiny
the hate
Walking, my feet bleed, upon the shards
The shattered remnants of my once-
confident
beautiful-
visage
A mask
porcelain
delicate, yet strong
Now broken.
Always Broken?
Tears run dry.
Reflecting reality
my reality
