Fractured


Knuckles cracking
Like a mirror
Under the constant gaze
Of those disturbed
A fractured mirror
Bringing constant reminder
Of a fractured past
Under constant scrutiny
By your own disturbed mind
A never ending cycle
Of shame and guilt
Resurfacing over time
Looking in the fractured mirror
The grossness of the past
Looking back at you
Through beastly eyes

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