Broken Mirrors

I often wonder what I could have done or what I could have changed, because it is clear I'm not the same. I look in the mirror and everything's different. Most days I don't even recognize myself. For hours and hours I stare but who do I see staring back? An unfamiliar face. Do I call out your name? You seem to recognize me but I cannot recall that face. You reach out for me but I pull away. Why am I so ashamed? Are you not proud of the person you've become or is the pain of the past too great? "I don't know who you are" I scream out as you smile at me with that witty grin. Tears strolling down my face. I punch the glass to try and make you disappear but you are still here. Hands carved with glass, blood dripping between my fingers. And I laugh. This is crazy. "Do you recognize me now?" She says. I knew you all along. You've been lost in my head.