Own Enemy

I have glass shards stuck in my feet. Every time I tried to reflect i threw the mirror down beneath. It struck the floor and bounced into a jagged piece. Penetrating fleece leaving me to bleed. Ever so lightly it came, soaking through to show, Redness and embarrassment, the story clearly shown. That i was afraid of what I had become. A monster in my own eyes that I had tried to shun. But he stays with me and makes himself known. A guest who won't believe that this isn't his home. The bleeding ceases after I have pulled out the fragments. Laughing silently to think I had succumbed to such madness. I sweep up the pile and see nothing of what I had earlier imagined. I open the trash can to finally lay rest to the past I've held captive.