Broken Mirror

People are s****y mirrors

It was a broken mirror, but I could not stop looking at myself through its inconsistent bends

The way it reflected light onto my face allowed me to see its scars and fatigue 

However, it contoured my body beautifully.  

I stared at myself through its reflection,

"Critical eyes," I whisper to myself.

Its' green shards fighting the red and white surrounding it 

With broken glass, came broken perception 

I shattered the glass with wet hands 

She can't look at me now