Disclaimer: Haha. Finally! Something I do own! The poem that is
Notes: Well, I thought I'd write a little poem for my fic. This would basically be St. John's POV...of Bobby and everything. Well I hope everyone likes it. 'Took a while for me to get the...rhythm, I guessed you'd say, of the poem.



Shattered: The Mirror - A Poem



The Mirror:

You stand before the mirror
The reflection shows your face
You cannot wonder how you got here, how you came to be in this place
Touch the bruised, marred lips, you see
That it wasn't all that it should be
Softly touch the mirrors face
See the picture of your lovely disgrace
Run your hands over the bruises
See what isn't there
The scars are nothing
Without the tears running for you to bear
Close your eyes, you count to ten
Hope to see what's not again
Open eyes, and now you see
What wasn't there can set you free
Close your eyes they're there again
Scream, and cry
The mirror still shows you what you can't see
Touch the mirror; trace the smile
See the reflection of your defile
Touch the mirror and see your sin
The mirror shatters again.