I got mad so
I snatched it up in my tight fist
Raised it high above my head
And with all my might
Propelled it into the cold hard ground
I watched it shatter into a million shards
And it felt good
Until I noticed my reflection in every tiny, shiny piece
Staring back at me breathless
And red with rage
Twisted and contorted
Into a being I did not recognise
Eyes filled with hate
So I fell to my knees amongst them
Got out the glue
Collected the million shards
And slowly, patiently tried to put them back together
But the scars were still visible
And it was never quite the same