Broken (Poem)

Every morning when I looked in the mirror 

The thing looking back at me didn’t seem right 

I hated what I saw

It scared me  

What I saw was a monster 

A confused looking monster staring back at me  

with its thousand eyes 

A monster with a thousand mouths 

It has nothing beautiful or normal  

It somehow looked special  

But special isn’t normal  

and only normal can be beautiful  

Right? 

Then you came in 

 I was able to look in the mirror and smile  

I was looking at someone beautiful 

She wasn’t normal  

She was special yet beautiful  

You told me that my mirror was shattered 

that you just replaced it  

I looked down and there was blood on my fists