Square pane of glass,
Staring right at me.
Reflecting my feelings, my thoughts,
Everything in my face.
It reflects memories trying to be forgotten,
And things I don't want to see.
Life stares menacingly back at me,
Trying to scare me off, to hurt me.
Pry into my thoughts and pull out weapons,
Using them against me.
And I stare back,
Tears streaking my face,
And shatter the glass everywhere.
I walk away from the remains,
Not knowing who one this face off.