Broken Mirror

Here I am, all alone,

standing face to face.

To the one I hate so much,

my heart begins to race.

I spit at him and curse him out,

as tears run down my face.

I drew my fist, my heart went still

As seemed time and space.

But when I swing it's me that bleeds,

A shatter makes it clear.

Now standing all alone,

looking at a broken mirror.


-       Robert S. O’Neal