Broken Mirrors


I live within broken mirrors—
Fragmenting my mind.
Each piece provides another
Distorted view
Of the perfection I try to find.
Each crack scars
The delicate skin
Of the innocence within
The body I've been taught to hide.
My soul remains fragile
As the skin upon these bones
I crumble
To fit within the jagged pieces.
Pushing and pushing
Deeper into my skin,
Until that which is scarred upon me is a


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