I broke a mirror today - Knocked it off my desk while straightening my hair. Then i burnt myself with my straightener. And cut my hand picking up the glass. Being the emotional person i am who cant be alone for long periods of time without have a complete mental breakdown,
I began to cry. Not because i was in pain or anything, just beacause I kinda hate myself. So while curled up on the floor bawling my eyes out i notice the pieces of mirror scattered on the floor and started putting them together, looking at my reflection as i did so and pretty much hating what i saw, until adventually, the mirror puzzle became to frustrating for my small mind and i was tierd of hating myself and finally reached a point where, although i am not the 'perfect' person i would like to be, i have accepted myself for the person i am. And for that reason, for this little event, I wrote this poem.

Life Story much?! haha. meh.