He used to love mirrors but they cracked up inside him.
He used to love watching himself but he cracked up inside him.
He used to put make up on, dress up, and watch himself sing, but everything, all of a sudden, cracked up inside him.
The world watched him go crazy but his world was laughing as the shards melted inside him.
The voices listened to him cry everyday but his voices rejoiced as the glass crushed up inside him.
They never understood what was churning inside him.
They never saw what was crawling up inside him.
They never believed that he was made of mirrors, broken, shining, beautiful inside him.
They never and will never know that they are, too.
— written at 2:40 AM, August 21, after watching The Dark Knight