Looking Back At Me

I stare at my reflection in the mirror,
Looking back at me was someone I did not recognise.
A look of pain in my glass blue eyes,
All the anger was deep down inside.
Ready to build up and release its monstrosity.
I touch the mirror with my the pads of my delicate fingers,
Wanting desperately to walk through the reflective surface.
What was on the other side looked so shattered and broken,
But I think I need to realise,
What looks back at me is me.