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Mirror

     I wish my mirror was broken then maybe I would have a reason to look dead inside, have a reason to look as if I have just came back from the dead. 

     I blink looking at myself in the mirror wishing it was someone else because all I see is a broken person with scars of sorrow written in her skin. My eyes full with tears as I stare back at myself, wondering how I got here. Did I do something? Was I always meant to be broken? 

     I press my hand on the mirror hoping to become on with the mirror, to never see the light of day again but all this does is make my skin bleed. 

     Now, My mirror is broken but I still look the same. A tear falls as I look in the mirror once again to see my eyes still dead and my soul gone just like a bird with no song left to sing. 

Now, this never happened because I won't even try to look in the mirror because I know it is me who is broken, the mirror just reveals to me what everyone else sees, a person with no song left. 


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Would you bother looking in the mirror?

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