Mirrors Don't Lie, Especially When Broken

Staring into the clean glass bowl,
my own reflection is distorted
as am I, but no one can see it.
I can't believe I've done this.

I look through everything to the
darkness of my past mistakes.
As clear as the ocean's waters,
I don't like what I am seeing.

I had never been so utterly disgusted.
So repulsed by something to the
point that sickness takes control.
Does your stomach churn like a washer?

Maybe it's the flu, or the messages
that reveal who I hate the most.
When I see this, it's legitimate hate
for what I've done wrong.

After all this time of pointing fingers,
blaming you for the hurt I feel,
I can finally turn it around and say
I am completely repulsed by my reflection.