The pieces that I put away

There is sadness in the reflection, one long look is all that it takes. So there I lay broken, distorted upon the mirror. Looking for the courage to keep going when looking at yourself in such a distorted view. It will play tricks upon the mind, will influence what you do and how you do it. Such a pity that the mirror I look through is broken beyond repair, almost as much as yours but I don't delude the image thinking that it shows something that is not real, yet people still tell me to. I can only say what the mirror shows, you can all see it as well as I can I just choose to really "see" it while you just shutter it away with phrases like " confidence will cure it all!" like some miracle drug or something your God just decided to care about. Your help tho to see me wake from this nightmare is duely noted, but just change the direction into a one that is not so fantasy. But I cannot control you, never could. But realize I am not ignoring you, I just know myself better than you do. But enough of my griping. I will put away this accursed mirror and not think of it again, I will put away the pieces of this broken dream, and maybe just maybe when I wake I will have a new mirror! A new dream, and all will be well...