To the Girl in the Mirror

It started as a scratch
A mere split on the mirrors surface
Just over her heart
Her image irrevocably flawed

As her self loathing bloomed
So the crack splayed
Reaching out
Cutting into her self worth

Her vile face fractured in the glass
Her dead eyes-
Shards of lost hope
A melancholic cry escapes her crystal lips

As the circus of her life
Reveals her ugly, warped silhouette
in the hall of mirrors
of her mind

Looking away in disgust
She drags the pearl of discarded glass
Across her arm again
The girl in the mirror deserves it

The weakened frame
Now barely holding her together
She traces a finger
Along the labyrinth of cracks

The splinters winding ever closer
Creeping towards the edge
So fragile, So brittle
The pieces ready to fall

To the girl in the mirror
I don't know you
Your shattered portrait
Disturbing you sanity

Distorted
Unrecognizable
Unwanted
Damaged

The girl in the mirror
Despises her reflection
Because its not the mirror that is broken
It's Her.