the mirror, once a pristine silver surface
useful for the lucid view of ones own soul
in the years since passed since first unveiled
has become tarnished with the rust of others negative thoughts
has become cracked and broken with perceived fatal flaws
has been knocked over, thrown about the room
pushed through walls, stomped to the ground in fits of self hate
colored black with the slow snaking ink of depression
the mirror, once a beautiful thing to behold
showing the true form of ones character
reflecting the gorgeous image of oneself (inside and out)
now has been reduced to an ugly evil device
tormenting all who gaze upon it and see themselves
writhing, squirming, twisted and grotesque a truly wretched form
for it no longer shows oneself as one knows thyself to be
but instead reflects the views of the outsiders, people known only to see
flaws, to be jealous, to hate, to want to destroy any beauty or thought
of self worth, confidence, those who hate themselves.

so a word from one whose mirror is broken
who does not know if he can mend and repair
~ you are beautiful
~ you are unique
~ you are special
~ you are loved
you are how you view yourself - so protect your mirror