I stare.

Is this what people see?

Some girl; unbroken…

Untouched, clean.

Without a scratch.

A reflection can change how you think.

A reflection can change how they think.

Is this what I am? Do they see this?

Hand falls back- flies into the mirror.

Shatter a reflection, make it bleed.

Hate the way I’m seen…

I’m not what I seem, no.

I stare at the shattered shards.

My broken reflection is mirrored.

“That’s more like it.”