Cracked Mirror

I look in the mirror,
at a face I no longer
recognize. I look into
the mirror and I see a
face I despise.

Who is this person I
have become? Who is this
person and where is he
from?

I break this mirror,
only then do things start
to get clearer. I take
the shards and cut my
face. Only then do I
begin to find my place.

I am starting to recognize
the person I see. It is
no longer someone else
it is finally me.

This cracked mirror
represents my life. The
scars on my face represent
all the strife. Everything
is becoming crystal clear,
I no longer have to live
in fear.