I stare at my reflections
Trying to make a connection
To the girl I see
And the one I used to be
For the mirror is shattered
The pieces scattered
Taped back together
Until I am unrecognizable forever
I rearrange the pieces I save
Into the perfect image you always crave
The girl staring back at me I have never seen before
But I know how you desire her so much more
A blonde haired blue eyed beauty queen
Skinny and as perfect as I have ever seen
A barbie doll image of the girl I used to see
But a toy to you is all I will ever be
Decorate me in pretty dresses and lace
Transforming into your definition of beautiful grace
But only in private would you allow yourself to enjoy
Because you were so embarrassed to be a grown man who still owned a toy
Following my violent acts to the mirror, my knuckles dripped blood
Painting the perfect image of you I swear you would someday become
I could make this poem stunning
But you are so cunning
I won’t write personification to set your soul on fire
Or similes that would sing as beautiful as a choir
Alliterations that would illuminate your eyes
Or metaphors that you would love to despise
But the work is not worth it for someone so deceptive
Now you simply understand from my perspective
My simple poem of shattered glass
Taped back together, staring at someone I don’t know
Hoping now that I’m beautiful, your tricks will be easier to pass