Shard of Glass

I have a shard of glass,
Permanently there,
In the corner of my bedroom,
Next to an old wood chair.
I never touch the thing,
I leave it lying broken;
A reminder always present,
A medallion-a token.
At one point it was part
Of a mirror on my wall,
Staring at my every move,
Watching every fall.
Inside, there was a girl.
She'd watch me all the time.
And every time I'd turn around,
Her eyes bored into mine.
I thought the one thing to do
To beak her damning gaze
Was break her mirror prison,
Break her glaring face.
The glass fell across my floor.
I threw it all away;
All except the shard of glass,
Still watching me today.

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