Broken Mirror

By Decorian Morgan

Why am I not good enough?

Why can’t I be like everyone else?

When I look into the mirror

Why don’t I see a perfect me

Why does the mirror display all my flaws?

How is it able to break my confidence?

There is never enough

Enough liquor, drugs, or anything else

To help me escape the mirror

At the end of it all I don’t like me

I guess this can be added to my list of flaws

Added to my loss of confidence

I want to be enough

Enough for someone else

But it always gets in the way, the mirror

It grabs, pulls, and claws at me

The mirror is fueled by my flaws

And the fuel sets fire to my confidence

When is enough, enough?

I can’t think of anything else

It has infected every part of me, the mirror

It has changed me

It embodies my flaws

And diminishes my confidence

I just understand I will never be enough

That I’m stuck being me and nobody else

I’m reminded that day after day by the mirror

Because unfortunately the only person I see in it is me

Me and my countless flaws

The only thing I don’t see in the mirror is my confidence

Enough is enough

I’m tired of not meaning anything to anyone else

I’m tired of being mocked by the mirror

I’m tired of only seeing the broken me

The one that only has flaws

The one without an ounce of self-confidence.

This life doesn’t seem like enough, else

I am haunted by the mirror, me

I am through with everything, flaws, confidence.

By Decorian Morgan