Broken mirrors

I finally looked at my mirror today.
Ive been running from my reflection for so long
afraid to see what ive become, i fought the urge to flee today
I summed up my inner will
 bit my lip then frightenedly I broke away from my fear. To look at bam. I must see what you see. Cause how can you not see the monster that resides in every mirror my callused hands ever held.
 I look through the cracked mirror and wow how that describes me to a tee. How so alike this cracked mirror and i am because no matter how many others describe my reflection, my visual Will always be a broken picture. I look inside the mirror . I look at my Brown skin, my curly hair, i notice the bags under my eyes. Ive aged in here i didnt even notice, time fly when you are sentenced to life, time cease to exist then. IT gets thrown in a box with holidays and Birthdays . You just wait to the day a stabbingp, sickness or old age escote you to the Next realm. You must be crazy woman, or a good liar. That strong man you see looks like he ready to give in to me. What you see that I dont? Ive wiped this mirror over and over but the vision dont get any clearer. How you love me for qualities that I dont see? How can you wanna hold me when society cringe from the thought of me? How do you see a future with a man banned from time ? How can you see me so clear when im a broken mirror? -bam