Broken, Foggy Mirror

My life is a mirror a cracked, foggy mirror. When I take a look at my reflection, what have i become? Look back to the inception. My face reflects my life scarred, bloody and bruised. Evidence of how I was pushed around and used. Three years since the divorce. Two from the fall. A girl without a home, giving you my all. I was never good enough for anyone. My name is said in anguish. I am what they shun... My life is like a mirror, a broken, foggy mirror... Something nobody bothers to fix. Just throw me away and don't look back.