Broken Glass

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary:But the glass can only break so many times before the mirror shatters.

A/N: I'm in an angst writing mood. Ha ha. When am I not? Well, here's an idea that I got, please read and review!

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Have you ever been to Tawni Town?

I wouldn't expect so.

No one ever goes there, no one but me.

I like it there, it's fun, filled mirrors and lights, and pictures of me, strung across the walls like I'm a princess.

I've always wanted to be a princess.

When I go there, it's like nothing else in the world matters but me.

Me. Me. Me. Me.

I know that makes me sound egotistical and conceited.

But, the truth of the matter is, I am.

I always have been.

I love to look at myself.

Stare into the mirror, take in every perfection, the flawlessness that is me.

But, it's not always true.

Sometimes.... I'm not perfect.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, every flaw flies out at me, and it's so obvious it's there.

And I feel like I want to cry, but I can't.

All I can do is smile, and keep staring, like there's nothing wrong.

But sometimes when I smile at the mirror, it doesn't smile back.

Sometimes my reflection frowns, and I don't feel pretty.

I feel... different.

Normal.

Sometimes the mirror doesn't always want to look back.

Sometimes it cracks, sometimes it breaks.

But the glass can only break so many times before the mirror shatters.

I don't want it to shatter.

That's all that's left of me.

Pathetic, I know.

All that represents Tawni Hart is a crappy mirror, in a town that doesn't even exist.

But it's all I have, and I need to be proud of it.

If I'm not, I lose.

And I do not lose.

And I am never wrong.

The mirror won't break.

The glass won't shatter.

I won't let it.

I will do all I can to stop it from tumbling to the floor and being reduced to peices.

Parts of a whole.

Bits of something that will never come back.

That's what I am.

So why shouldn't it be too?

That would make sense.

What is me should be like me.

But I can't let go.

I won't let go.

If I let go, I've lost everything.

I need something.

I've got nothing.

No one even sees that I'm fading, fading into the black.

My reflection is scarce.

But it will always be there.

I will make sure of it.

Because that's what makes me Tawni Hart.

Broken bits of glass and a reflection you can barely see.

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-Ema