Broken Mirrors

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I live within broken mirrors—
 
Fragmenting my mind.
 
Each piece provides another
 
Distorted view
 
Of the perfection I try to find.
 
Each crack scars
 
The delicate skin
 
Of the innocence within
 
The body I've been taught to hide.
 
My soul remains fragile
 
As the skin upon these bones
 
Rips.
 
I crumble
 
To fit within the jagged pieces.
 
Pushing and pushing
 
Deeper into my skin,
 
Until that which is scarred upon me is a
 
Smile.

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