Day By Day, Life Goes On

Even thought I was happy

I hated mirrors.

I still hate them.

Not because they ever did anything to me.

But because they show me who I really am.

How I really behave.

How I treat the ones I love.

How ugly I am on the inside.

When I broke that first mirror

I knew it was a bad sign.

7 years bad luck?

Well I received ten.

I barely survived it all.

Like a hurricane of demolition.

Eating at my brain.

Frankie found me that day.

Covered in glass and blood.

On my bathroom floor.

I’ll never forget that.