Pandora's Box Poem by Tor Silvertongue

Looking in the mirror,
Hating my own reflection.
Shatter it into shards,
For my own protection.
The shards lay staring back at me,
Calling for the blood they released.
One mirror turned into many,
Like the problems
That same man in the mirror caused.
The blood spilled
Doesn't weigh for the sins released.
Like Pandora's Box,
I've released every fear.
With empty words to others,
I shattered the dam,
The walls holding back her tears.

Like Pandora's Box,
All that is left is hope.
Hope for a better life,
For her.
For him,
For me.
Will this end in Tragedy?
Will I be the last casualty?