mystic heath
The Broken Mirror
I tend to stand in front of the mirror
Where others can see who I want to be
Cracked perception shows only my debris
Foggy glass. I cannot see any clearer
I want to grab one of the shards and put
It through my heart. Through my very being
For my shadows are all that I’m seeing
As I make my way through the dark, barefoot.
I punch the mirror, cracking it further
And my self-perception gets much darker
In this mirror, I don’t see a person
I only see my sins and a demon
And no longer will I be a freeman
My reflection almost seems to worsen
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