Shattered Mirrors

‘Mirrors symbolise the threshold between the conscious and unconscious mind’

All the mirrors around me, infinitely smooth,

But the very second I open my eyes and see myself, they break, fragmented pieces of nothing.

Body dysmorphia, she consumes me.

She almost feels like an alternate personality,

An obsessive, neurotic addict who won’t leave me alone.

She’s the reason I can’t leave the mirror,

She’s the reason I can’t leave the weight scale,

She’s the reason I can’t, I can’t do it anymore.

I twist my body into every angle, pose, and position physically possible, yet she still won't budge

So I take the shattered fraction of the mirror and trace the sharp edge against my skin

And for a quiet moment, she’s fades away

I know that no amount of physical pain will ever dull the mental pain of being me.

So I sit there, left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful girl.