The Mirror They Shattered Poem by Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

They broke me first with silent scorn,
Then cursed the way my soul was torn.
No guilt they wore, no shame, no plea—
Just pointed hands, all aimed at me.

They called me wild, too much, too loud,
While cloaked in lies, so cold and proud.
They judged the storm within my chest,
But not the blade that stole my rest.

No questions asked, no truth unmasked,
Just shadows where their conscience basked.
They saw my tears, but not the sting—
The wound they left, the suffering.

And worst of all, no word, no sound,
No sorry whispered, no remorse found.
For in their minds, they stood so tall—
Untouched, untainted by the fall.

But I, the ghost they tried to frame,
Now rise from ashes, not from shame.
Their mirror cracked, their mask undone—
I am the reckoning they shun.