I gaze into the mirror,
hoping that this is the day,
I'll find myself.
Each day I go to the mirror,
and each day I do,
I must shake hands with a stranger.
There may be certain traits we share,
small resembelnces.
Same eyes, same hair,
but never mine.
The girl that stares back at me,
wears bags from lack of sleep.
Her arms bare a new set of cuts.
That girl I find in the mirror,
couldn't be me.
I was never that rugged torn down girl.
Never.
Before I met him.
He stole me away along with my innocence,
and left a stranger in my place.
I gaze into the mirror once more.
Where am I?
I can't find myself.
I am hopelessly lost in this nightmare.
I let out a scream of fury,
of pain and of loss.
A tear rolls down my face,
as well as the stranger's.
I bring up my fist,
and strike with all my might.
Glimmering glass in the light,
spills onto the wooden floor.
Shards of lies that litter my world.
Hopes and dreams are scattered,
with the pieces.
Blood oozes from an open cut.
It drips down onto the torrid remains.
My eyes cry tears that aren't mine.
The broken mirrors hold faces that are but strangers.
I am nothing but shattered glass.