I see her smiling through the mirror,
Her calm confident eyes filling me with terror.
Extending her hand, Reaching out,
Asking to come nearer,
Taking a step closer,
Now looking at her even more clearer,
Confident smile,Slender body with a flawless skin.
My future perfect self,
Looking back at me.
Elated to reach out but,
Was blocked by the mirror,
As hard as reality.
Will I ever look that better?
I spit on her on the mirror,
As I felt cheated and bitter.
Covered with my venom,
Making me feel happier.
But her smile turning into,
A loud mocking laughter,
Making me even angrier.
Smearing my spit all over her,
Untill I could see only a total blur.
Her distorted image, Made me feel bigger.
But her mocking laughter,
In my mind it still lingers.
I take a look,
As the venomous facade fades.
Rising from my onslaught,
Her slender body and beautiful face.
Suppressed fear and anguish resurface.
Pain of not being good enough for decades.
Thoughts of self pity and hatred do their parades.
As her eyes slowly revealing itself,
More confident,Shinier and Brighter.
Her guts to get what she wants,
Made me shiver.
Her smirk made my insides wretch,
Losing my hope for glimmer.
The utter humiliation made me want to kill her.
Eyes crying the tears of suppression.
My scream a war cry for freedom.
Filled with helplessness and rage,
I make a first with my shivering fingers,
Into Thousands of pieces,
Already feeling like a winner.
But I could still hear her,
More clearer and louder.
Looking down I see,
Laughing through the shattered pieces,
Looked through by thousands of eyes.
Felt like being looked down upon,
And Stipped naked.
Wounds exposed and tied to a huge block of ice.
A feeling which I so much hate and despise.
For it always takes me by surprise.
Now for this,
She's gonna pay a huge price.
That was the much needed trigger,
For the on coming blood filled slaughter.
The pieces I pounded and punched,
The sounds of creek and crack.
Felt like her screams,
To forgive her mishaps.
All out of mercy,
For I was all in to attack.
Thousands became millions.
As I slowly slipped into oblivion.
Her laughter grew louder and louder,
As so my punches harder and harder.
Seeing her blood makes me mightier and prouder.
Drunk in delusion,
For even this thought to be considered.
That in the pursuit of teaching a lesson,
And ripping her into Shred,
It was I who suffered and deeply bled.