They say a mirror breaks Into a thousand pieces When it is hit by By anything that contains The force to shatter it And crack the glass,that Might have been immaculate, Or might have been *****, With layers of filth- There might have been a Lady,who looked at the Mirror and ogled at her Perfect complexion and Candy apple red lips, Or there might have been A teenage girl who Looked at it,only to Check if the acneβs gone, There might have been a Child who smiled at the Mirror, to get that same Sheepish grin in return There might have been people, So many people, Who looked in the mirror, Some to forget,and Some to remember, Some to dream big, and Some to hide a guilt- But now, all of it Lies shattered in bits, In shards that dig deep In the skins of humans, And sardonic blood Flows warm against their skins- All the faces are now nothing, But sharp,evil shards.