Shattered Reflections

 

I look in a mirror

And see a reflection that is not mine

A stranger, yet somehow, I know her

Beautiful, calm, polite, perfect, happy

I wish I could be like her but I can’t

Yet we are one and the same

She is part of me and I hate her

I hate her with all my heart

I want her to go away, but she never leaves

Angry, I shatter the mirror with my fist

Pieces fall to the ground, yet still

Reflecting my shattered self

I pick up a shard, the size of my fist

I look at her, She looks back at me

I must end this insanity

Turn the shard, sharp and edged

Press into my wrist, slash down

Blood runs down my arm

Do the same to the other arm

Blood everywhere, on the glass, on the floor

From the shard, she looks at me

Pleading, begging me to stop and to save us

I smile in reply and collapse onto my side

Holding the shard tight, we both die