MIRRORS

I do a lot of work. I'm the one they look up to but they are too lazy to emulate. I don't really care much for recognition or appreciation, it does feel good though. You might ignore the work I put in and it'd not be a bother
. But don't you dare ask what I have done. I could carry the cross and not care if you believe as long as you don't call me a fallacy. I was questioned today and in a few minutes, I broke something.

I broke something. No one saw. God probably did. But he wouldn't tell anyone. I just hid it. I just stopped working. I started thinking. I thought about broken things and healing time. Broken things and letting go. Broken things and the ripple effect. Broken skin is just broken skin. Broken bones could break the skin, maybe cause bone lies deeper than skin. Broken Hearts, well, I don't know how to tell you but it's like a broken center that spreads. Just spreads. Then I thought about the pain, the hurt, the grief. I got angry .

I got angry. I don't usually get angry. I got angry at the person that questioned me, at what I broke, at broken things, at pain. At myself. I was angry at myself for getting angry. For breaking it. For letting whoever question me. I questioned myself and every single moment. I don't like broken things. I don't like breaking things. I am broken. Broken things are my mirror. What's yours?
-Twinless Gemini