Broken Mirror

Sometimes I feel like a shattered mirror

that's still reflecting the world around me

in tiny, glued together shards

for everyone to see

Forcing a smile

I reflect everyone I'me surrounded by

as I forget more and more

who i am and why

I used to hate myself

so much that I'd mutilate my wrists

but even that

would be far better than this

I realized something

If there's nothing of me left

There's nothing to hate