Broken Mirror

May 24, 2009
By Brittney Schafer BRONZE, Hatfield, Pennsylvania
Brittney Schafer BRONZE, Hatfield, Pennsylvania
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There’s a broken mirror on my floor,
It’s been there since Friday,
Since my friends life ended,
Since Friday.

The broken pieces show all the sides of me,
It shows me angry, hurt, mad, confused,
All this a mirror can show me,
Do I want to see it?

The bandages are still there,
From when I hit the glass,
Finding nothing else to break,
I did not want to look at myself.

There’s a broken mirror on my floor,
It’s been there since Friday,
Since my friends life ended,
Since Friday.

The broken mirror on my floor,
Means the death of a dear friend,
It shows things about me I have never seen,
Things I haven’t shown to anyone.

It shows the fear I have,
It shows anguish that I keep inside,
It shows the happy I felt and didn’t show,
It shows my feelings.

There’s a broken mirror on my floor,
It’s been there since Friday,
Since my friends life ended,
Since Friday.


The author's comments:
my friend didn't really die, it was about how she just stopped being who she was. I couldnt take it, so I wrote this.

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