Exceprt from reflecting after a year and a half of self medication

I looked into the bathroom mirror today

And it broke.

It wasn’t the shear sight of me that shattered the glass, not directly at least,

that doesn’t really happen.

But it broke from disappointment and self pity guiding my fist

Directly into the double pained 3x2 glass reflection of myself.

Inside were all the signs of someone with problems.

Corrective medicine and bottled up demons.

Needles and razor blades and….

The medicine cabinet which I had just broke, ironically enough,

Didn’t even have band-aids or ointment to help heal my bleeding hand.