Mirror's

Can you actually look in the mirror,
and see yourself for who you really are?
Or what you want to be?
Is it the right answer to be someone you're not?
Or is it just an escape from your reality?
Now you look away,
the mirror shatters
The pieces cuts the skin,
the blood rolls down,
dripping,
falling
Off of the body of who you think you are
There is no pain,
there is no guilt
Just the saddness of the realization,
of what might happen next