There will be days when you look into the mirror
and hate your reflection so much, so violently
that the glass breaks.
It is your choice, whether to clean up the shattered pieces with your bare hands
vigilantly, and gently with care
so not to hurt yourself.
Or to close your eyes, in fear of that reflection
attempting to quickly grab the shards of what you cannot see,
so you can hurry and throw them away.
You carelessly slice open your skin in the process,
not even noticing the pain until you begin
until your body is as empty as the void in your mind.
At least then, you would feel a bit lighter.