Breakage

I see my face in that mirror.

It won't stop

Mocking me.

I tell it all my feelings.

I tell it all my thoughts.

I tell it to stop breaking.

I cannot control it.

I wish it would seek me a better place,

A place to fall into this abyss.

Maybe, some how, some way,

It would alter time

And I could go back to whom I once was.

I am shattered,

Little mirror.

Would you pick me up,

Place my heart down,

Leave the rest to you?

That being I see facing me,

Controls my body,

Like a puppeteer controls his puppet.

Could the wind break my thin twine

Between myself and the ground?

There is no time for mockery now,

My little mirror.

It is time for my world to start spinning,

So I can laugh,

When you fall off your limits,

And crash.

Author's Note

Again...sorry for the grammar.