Your thoughts fly like splinters of glass
From the mirror you smashed on my face.
I glare at all of you
Under the dim light,
Wishing you were someone else.

You all wink at me as you extract a piece
Of silvered glass from my bloodied skin.
You blink for a moment,
A thousand-fold,
Then show me your teeth,
Gums bloodied and sore from the strike.

I soak a warm cloth in ice cold water
And dab the blood from your chin.
You all wince and curse at my touch,
But allow me to remove but a trace.
Despite all the pain and hurt you've done,
I would do this for no-one else.

We're in it together,
My shattered self and I,
Though God knows we cannot win.