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Kristen Slade Poem
Shattered glass,
Scattered ‘cross the ground,
A soft, slow moan
Echoes all around,
Someone came through in the night
And took an ax to every image,
So when they looked into their mirrors,
They saw all their fears.
Shattered mirror on my wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Oh, it’s not me,
No it’s not me…
To their knees they fall.
Shattered mirror on my wall…
Oh they fell,
Never saw the lie.
Tried to change,
Kissing joy goodbye.
But it was never good enough,
And it never change a thing.
Every crack, nook, and space,
They see their broken face.
Shattered mirror on my wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Oh, it’s not me,
No it’s not me…
To their knees they fall.
Shattered mirror on my wall…
Oh, some saw through the lie,
Saw down to the cracks.
And it didn’t rule their lives,
They picked up their own ax.
Instead of falling to the ground,
They smashed their mirrors dow,
While all the fools
Screamed out loud
Shattered mirror on my wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Oh, it’s not me,
No it’s not me…
To their knees they fall.
Shattered mirror on my wall,
Mirror, mirror on my wall,
Mirror, mirror
Copyright © Kristen Slade | Year Posted 2017
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