I am a fragment of myself, a mirror
Shattered and scattered
Unknowing.

The floor gives me a hug
My glass cracks,
Imperceptibly.

Set me upright,
Play pretend.
Dress me up in a fancy frame, sweep up fragments.

The girl gazes into the glass,
Face twisting, disgusted
Unaware that I am broken.

I cannot show her
Herself
Because of my flaws.

I break the girl
As easily as a twig
Without touching her.

My cracks crack others,
My failures reflect onto them,
My shattered surface slicing apart their fragile fingers.

The ballerina who comes to me for advice,
The athlete who searches for improvement,
The woman who wonders why he left.

They come to me
They come to the mirror
To seek for the truth,

But all I can do
Is hide the truth
And tell the lies.