Poem: Shatter

I look in the mirror and try to find out what do I see.

I do not know what it is, but it is not me.

The hurt in my eyes never left my soul.

Is this real I ask again?

The question is written on my soul, but the answer is nowhere to be found.

I tried to push through, but it only cuts even more deep.

I cannot see where to begin to heal, but I see how the soul ends.

The path to being me is one that is free from money, but it cost with the pain of me.

I try to push through, but each day the mirror just keeps breaking.

Maybe tomorrow it will just shatter and then we will see who is looking back at me.

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