My Relationship With Me

Broken, shattered, sharp-edged pieces
of clouded mirror glass.

I am so simple yet so complex
with too many emotions inside.

I hate who I appear to be
as well as who I hide.

I spoke vicious words to myself
and before sleeping last night, cried.

I allowed myself to go and break all I could,
then afterward- I just sighed.

Everyone asked me what happened
I told them a story, I lied.

I enforce so many laws upon myself
that I want to, but refuse to abide.

I caused a great anger towards me,
so happiness, I was denied.

I thought the terror wouldn't last forever,
but it has, and I'm done. I tried.

Broken, shattered, sharp-edged pieces
of clouded mirror glass.

That's all I am to myself
as I look at my faces in mass.

Jagged and haunted,
mocking and taunted;

I am only the bad luck
that lasts forever from

broken, shattered, sharp-edged pieces
of clouded mirror glass.