Sometimes I gaze into the mirror,
only to see a blur staring back.
I wish I could see me clearer,
or finally fade to black.

I’m not asking for a happy image,
because that would be a lie.
I’m just looking for me,
so I can at least wave goodbye.

I had to destroy the mirror,
before this agony increases
I picked it up and shattered it,
it immediately fell into pieces.

Tiny pieces flew everywhere,
I kicked them around;
“Why should I care?”

I looked into the shattered mirror,
I was finally free.
For once the image looking back,
resembled me.