Broken Life

My eyes staring
Knowing what I feel
And yet showing nothing
As I clench my fist
And shatter the mirror that
Taunts me with the sight
Of my sad old eyes.
I’m picking up the pieces
Of my shattered life,
And I’m so tired of sayin’
I’m ok, I’m fine,
When I’m really crying
On the inside
As my hands are dripping blood,
The skin shredded from
All the broken pieces
Of the mirror
That is now so much more
Like me.