Reflection

((Goth. I hate how derivative I was back then.))

I've been looking at the mirror
for the past two weeks.
Wondering if my reflection
is someone you would love more than me.

I cannot bear this agony
telling myself that I am more than my image.
No longer will I suffer
under these pretentions.

My fist comes down,
the glass shatters,
I fall into a million pieces.
Shards of me too sharp to put back together.