I hate my reflection...

I hate her, I want to see her bleed, I want to watch her suffer for what she did to me, for all the pain she caused me, for all the shame she put me through. But then I look at her, and I realize she's just a girl with a broken heart and a fake smile, but she isn't fooling anyone. She is broken like the shattered mirror I see her many reflections in on the floor, she is broken like the many splinters of broken glass glistening in my crimson blood running down my cut up fist. "broken mirror on the floor, you won't be seeing 'her' any more".