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.
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