the mirror
divides where
the partition begins 
between broken and free

I touch the glass
it imitates me
copies my every move
I must be confused

I touch the glass again
it still imitates me
showing the contour lines
of my every facial expression
but then it’s gone
I must be very confused

I look hard into the glass
I see my face
I look harder 
but this time it’s different

I first see my flaws
my imperfect perfections
what makes me whole
why should I look like a brainless doll?

I look harder once more 
into the glass
and I see something
far more different

I see the girl
with the tattoos 
dark brown eyes
who has everything in 
her life just got sorted out

but then I see 
the girl 
with dark black 
holes in her sockets 
instead of eyes

this girl has
many marks on her body
signifying how many times
she has been hurting

I see a marking
on her forehead 
it says ‘LOST’
it then begins to
cut a wound
into her scull

I try to forget
all of these disturbing images
I have seen in this mirror
forgive and forget

hasn't it always about forgiving and forgetting?

I'm not sure I want to forget anymore.

I want to remember.

I turn back 
and look at the girl
with the deep dark brown eyes
I then see her mouth move

who are you?