Not pleased with her existence…
She stares into her mirror,
and smashes her palm
into the image that is in it.
Claret red blood runs
slowly down to her elbow
and drips onto her dresser.
“What is it?” she thinks aloud.
“What is it that is so special
about my stupid life?”
The multicolored pictures
that she now sees before her
are a beautiful self portrait.
This girl has many facets.
More than his silly diamond,
no, even more than that…
as many as her broken mirror.
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