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Reflections of Broken Glass
They say it’s easy to be seen in a glass house.
But a mirror? No.
People press their faces to the windows,
searching for something that’s already there,
but they mistake the mirror for glass.
They think they can see right through it
but all they find is their own reflection.
It gives them what they want,
but never who it is.
Mirrors want to be glass.
To be seen as they are, beyond the reflection people crave.
They see a friend’s listening ear,
a sister’s steady gaze,
a parents’ quiet duty.
They see a face in the crowd,
but they don’t see the weight beneath the smile.
I am the mirror. I am the reflection.
I am broken glass scattered across the floor,
each shard a shadow of the girl I used to be.
I make myself ugly for them
While I tell them they are the prettiest of all
I've become so cracked, I’ve forgotten what I look like.
The more I shatter for them,
the more they turn away from the pieces I leave behind.
I am invisible,
and I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending to be whole.
But maybe, one day,
I’ll stop breaking for them.
Maybe, one day, they’ll learn to see me
not as the reflection they want,
but as the girl who’s been standing here,
waiting, unseen.
They think I’m made of glass,
that they can see right through me
until they realize
I’m the mirror.
And I’ve been shattered by their eyes.