Broken Mirror
I look in the mirror
And I cry
Was this face of mine
Not the face of love?
Nor sweet enough to stop a beating?
Nor the face of innocence to be treated like a diamond?
When you looked at my face
You filled with anger and hate
So when I look in the mirror
At age 26, I see the past of a worthless child, looking back at me,
Hopeless.
Sophie Patel
