Crazy Syndrome Disorder Poem by Lexi Shuster

Mirror Mirror on my wall,
Reflect me please.
Make my day.
No?
You don’t wanna play nice mirror?
Ok.
My impact leaves a crack,
Like a spider web.
I look into it,
And see a million me’s staring back.
A million desperate,
Ugly,
Stupid,
Pathetic, Evil, Unworthy…
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I HATE HER!
Mirror mirror on my wall,
Just like that I make you fall.
Around me you lay,
So many shards of beauty.
Shining crystals dripping red crimson.
One piece survives,
Somewhat intact.
The size of my palm,
No more no less.
I pick you up with a certain,
Love.
My fingers hold you delicately.
You seem fine.
I don’t think you’ll break.
I look into you and see my face.
My hair a knotted mess,
My eyes wide.
I look crazy.
I laugh then.
I laugh because I just called myself crazy.
And then I cry.
I sit on shards pointy glass,
Hold a piece of mirror with my bleeding hand,
Think about what just happened.
And laugh for hours.
Then cry some more.
I wake up real confused.
Weird dream.
But it makes me smile,
Because it explains a lot.