Mirror Poem by Brandon Shutter

I clench my fist with rage, hatred at myself,
Why did I do that I ask, what brought that about.

My reflection peeks back at me from the broken mirror
Distorted pieces staring from shards of broken glass.

A haunting vision, a man stares back at me,
that's now who I am, though that's not who I want to be.

Wondering where these false images come from
I realize where I made my mistake.

Disillusioned with myself, finally seeing the light
That truths hide within shattered spikes of crooked spikes.

I blink my eyes a couple times, and a thousand blink back at me,
seemingly pointing and mocking at my defeat.

Crooked smiles joyfully reflect back to me my sorrow,
Captured in the light is darkness that has me fully swallowed.

Scattered around the floor inside each delicate piece,
a part of me stored away, hoping for inner peace.