I gazed into her eyes for an eternal moment
And what gazed back at me was purely distasteful;
I saw confusion in her glassy eyes
And sensed their want for confidence
I was tempted to spit at her in disgust
To let her know my hatred for her weakness
Oh, how spiteful I was of her obvious shortcomings
But the words failed me and my brain went numb
So instead, the antique vase found its way to my hand
And unconsciously... or deliberately...?
With all my might, I hurled it at her
I didn’t bother to fight my tears as porcelain met glass,
Shattering my reflection along with the mirror
Leaving my bruised ego like the shards of glass...
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