the mirror

i once knew a mirror that only brought out the good side of me it had a beautiful gold frame i adored but when the mirror shattered my world collapsed something in me changed everything felt off the world wasn't visible through rose-colored glasses anymore but only through a black sleeping mask perhaps it was the loneliness covering my eyes allowing me only to see the dark side of the world blocking all the good things out of my life and suddenly i realized that the mirror was the only thing keeping me together when i couldn't see myself in it, i forgot who i was and the world seemed dull as a prison cell