Broken,
like the shards of glass
from the mirror that taught me self-hatred.

It showed me that I'm not all I appear to be,
but more than I was ever willing to show
and it terrifies me that there are parts of me not even I know.

Unknown,
like the song that just came out yesterday,
the words are a mystery so we hum to the melody,
but it still doesn't come easy.

And broken I will remain,
until I can learn to love myself,
and put the mirror back together,
yet again.