Looked in the mirror today,
And as it cracked
for the three hundred and sixty fifth day in a row
I saw broken dreams
A soul in chains
A baby screaming
A little girl shaking in the corner.
I saw The sight of me,
Pale and gaunt
lost and scared.
I fell to my knees and started shaking,
gathering up slowly the shards of mirror that used
to be a face, a person, a dream,
a life I recognized.