Broken Mirrors...A broken girl

by amber   Feb 15, 2008


I stare into this mirror and i don't know what stares back.
I used to think this mirror was broken because everytime i would look into it, i saw a broken girl sitting in front of it.
I thought the water that leaked from the eyes of this girl was a fault of the mirrors.
I thought the manufacturers were to blame.

But i sit back and i realize that the mirror is not broken.
Tis this lovely young lady with the darkest eyes.
Tis this lovely young lady with a broken smile
Tis this lovely young lady who sits with a piece of herself missing from her.

I wonder....why is this girl so shattered?
What could have happened to make her this way?
And the more i wonder, the more i know i'll never know what's happened to her.

So I stare into this mirror and i don't know what stares back.
I used to think this mirror was broken because everytime i would look into it, i saw a broken girl sitting in front of it.
I thought the water that leaked from the eyes of this girl was a fault of the mirrors.
I thought the manufacturers were to blame.

by: me
Inspiration: at my computer there is a mirror that sits directly in front of me and it's cracked. At my height, the crack runs through my chest. So it appears that i am broken. But really it's the mirrors fault. A little contradictory and a new concept but i liked how it came about. Please tell me what you think. ╥hAnK§...☺
~*~Amber~*~

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