Silver Shards

 



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Poem by me



The mirror
the one I stand in front of
every morning
hung on my wall.

I Look in
to see my reflection
all the time.
Its all a lie.

I don't see what you see.
I see a girl so sick,
Shes broken not the mirror.
theres still a silver shard.

Hanging from where
I punched it.
knuckles bleed
the pain isn't so bad.

I pick a silver shard
off my carpeted floor.
cracked along the middle.
One side is red.

The other is silver.
Shards are
everywhere now.
So sharp.

Lots of silver shards.
My own fasination.
Something so dangerous
to look at

but to me

 okay to touch.

Silver shards.