The Shattered Mirror Poem by Valerie Fagan

When I look into a mirror I see a face I can´t unsee,
Cause you can´t unsee those scars,
And sometimes the cut shatters the mirror,
And when the mirror is shattered you can´t look,
That´s why you keep the scars and keep cutting,
And they don´t get how good that feels when you crack that mirror,
But in reality those cuts don´t shatter the mirror,
which is sad but you can´t change it,
But I´ll still try with all my might to shatter that mirror
Because looking at it makes me feel like a deflowered rose,
And I don´t like to feel like that,
I don´t get the feeling,
But It´s how I always feel,
and you can´t stop feeling,
That´s how the world works,
But you can still try,
My mom said trying is your only option, but I know it´s not,
I can just leave,
Leaving is an option,
But not the leave where you walk out the door,
The leave where you don´t tell anyone and you leave forever
and nobody knows where you went,
maybe I can leave?
leave forever and never reappear,
gone from all the light of the world,
but where the light don´t shine is where the shattered mirror and smushed rose sit,
awaiting its next victim to torture.
Because the mirror was always broken
and when that mirror broke it knew you couldnt save it,
so there the mirror sits,
waiting to be fixed.