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Jan 2011
The mirror’s glass shattered by my fists
The glass lying at my feet
Broken into millions of pieces
Every time I look at my reflection
All I see is deceit and secret untold
What have I done to myself?
Have I totally changed?
I can’t see me anymore
I see her! But don’t believe she’d me or she there
How could I change so?
I slide down to the floor
Cutting myself on my own glass
The mirror I shattered
The life I took away
My blood on the floor.
Written by
Jacqueline McKenzie
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