My Broken Mirror

Mirrors have shattered my image. I look at myself and I see nothing and everything,

who I am isn't who I was, but somehow,

it's still me.

Every scar, flaw and imperfection is still there like I remember, but darker and more sunken in.

Like I have gone through war and returned with more scars,

more flaws,

more imperfections.

The battle with my mind is one I have fought for years, but never had I had to fight the outside world so much that the fight with my own mind looks like child's play.

My mirror reflects my deepest secrets back at me,

they're not pretty.

I wish I knew what it would take to make myself whole again. I wish I knew what it would take to win the war against my mind.

Broken,

the only word that comes to mind when I look in the mirror anymore.

I'm losing every battle now,

my soldiers are all but gone,

my broken body is all that is left, and I want to wave the white flag in surrender to the world,

to myself.

I hate my mirror.