The body as a mirror

I threw a cup at it when I was angry,

I patched up the shattered glass when I calmed down.

Pretty drawings of flowers stuck to the edges,

Some days I cannot even glance in its direction,

But I cannot ignore it is there either,

It reminds me every time I bump into it.

I compare it to other mirrors,

Wishful thinking, what would it be like if I owned one of those instead?

Some are bigger, some are smaller,

Some have built in lights to brighten up a whole room.

Most days, my mirror just sits there,

Not being loved but not being hurt,

It’s merely part of my room.