Mirror

Drops of tears are like knifes in my back..
Glassy eyes are like mirrors I can't bust

I stare in the mirrors for hours on end
Discussed from what I see

The reflection is not to pleasing
I try to bust the mirror once more...

I bust the mirror finally
Shards of it in my hand

....and now I am happy

The mirror is gone...
The reflection has fated away

The horror I have seen has now * disappeared*