I find myself in mirrors

but I crack each one I see.

I cannot stand the sight of me

especially when I am breaking at

my seams.

Do not mistake my vulnerability for

my weakness, or my valleys

because I swear that it is not.

I am just as fragile as I was yesterday.

And I suppose like fallen soldiers,

with every if and or but.

But i cannot dig myself out of my coffin

because they have already poured the dirt

and I am stuck.

But you trapped me like a victim.

I reached for you  with my hands.

but you shuddered and ignored me

and left me in my place

where I could not escape from,

and could not keep my face.