Broken

She stares into the bathroom mirror

She bores into her eyes

She gazes upon the girl staring back

This girl, she does not recognize

The girl in the mirror is only the image

Just a mask she wears all day

But on the inside she is broken

Trying to keep the waves of pain at bay

In frustration and disgust

She thrusts out her fist

And then the mirror shattered

Showing what she really is

She then breaks all her plates and bowls

Even the glass that covers her clocks

She destroys everything that she sees fit

Everything with a reflection that mocks

Then she tears her clothes apart

Till there’s nothing but cloth and thread

She slashes through all the carpeting

Her knuckles staining it red

She slashes all the wallpaper

She rips the pages from her books

She slashes the sofa and bends the springs

She rips off all doorknobs and hooks

She stands in the middle of her apartment

Sees the curtains in the wind

The breeze felt nice and cooling

Against the heat of her skin

She walks towards the balcony

Slashed the curtains as she passed

Throws over the potted plant

And waits to hear the smash

Everything was broken now

Just like her, inside

There was only one thing left to break

She jumped off the balcony and died

Her blood had spilled

Her muscles were pressed

Her bones had cracked

The air left her chest

Now she lay broken

People gave cries

The last thing she thought

Was the breeze feels nice