Shattered

Shattered pieces of glass,
Lay on the floor in rejection,
From the very mirror,
That before had held my reflection…

Looking into the mirror,
I once saw an anxious child,
Now that I look into it,
I see a someone who's gone wild…

I used to use my mirror,
To do my makeup and brush my hair,
Now all I can do is sit down,
And look into my mirror and stare…

I saw a person,
But that person wasn’t me,
She had my exact features,
But I knew it couldn’t be…

Her eyes were sunken,
Her face was pale,
Sadness and terror,
Disguising every detail…

What happened to the smile,
That ear to ear grin?
Where is it hiding,
Where has it been?

Things changed,
And I’m not that person anymore,
The day that my heart broke,
That person walked out the door…

My mirror showed me something,
I didn’t want to see,
And so I showed my mirror,
That I did not agree…

It's then I took my fist,
And slammed it against my mirror,
Until my all of my problems,
Became much clearer…

I sat down and I cried,
As I watched blood run down my wrist,
Pounding the shattered pieces,
With a tightly clenched fist…

What happened to the person,
The one I used to be,
What happened to the person,
The person that was me?