She grew weary of the way it mimicked her.
It constantly pointed out her flaws.
It distorted her truths in a way that made them unrecognizable.
She loathed how it would just sit by quietly without saying anything even though it knew rage brewed within her.
It remained expressionless through these rants, denying her the very comfort she was screaming for.
"Surely I can find better company than you!" she spat.
She threw it down and it smashed to pieces.
Overwhelmed by her actions,
She slumped down next to it.
Each broken piece sobbed in agony.
At first she laughed, thinking she had won
Until she recognized its cries as her own.
Bits and fragments of bottled-up tears.
She sat there and cried in perfect unison with her mirror.
NOTE: THIS PIECE OF WORK IS FICTION AND DOES IN NO WAY REFLECT HOW I CURRENTLY FEEL...QUITE THE OPPOSITE IN FACT (I AM HAPPY TO REPORT)