Shattered Child Poem by Colette Grosvenor

Breathlessly, I allow myself to look up
Fists clenched and eyes streaming,
I hate what I see.
The broken girl stares back at me,
She stares hard, boering into my soul,
Glaring from behind her shattered life,
Hating me for my freedom.
I punch the cracked wall of her cell,
Recoiling in pain.
Yet she still stared through clueless, glazed eyes.
I hate her!
Shes shattered but I wish I was her,
That shattered girl in my mirror.