Sectioned Comments

i'm not surprised there are no comments - its not a clever poem, it offers no comfort; its a dirty mirror with cracks in it, and if you go to a party full of strangers, and wake up feeling rough, furry teeth, stinking body (albeit in your head) - one for us ladies- and you're offered a bathroom with a cracked filthy mirror, and you look in it; you see a dozen fractions of you. thats when 'sectioned' springs to mind - dirty guilt, but don't pity as its shameful. - bit of self hate goin on there! ! ! !