"But what is it made of?"
She questioned as she gazed
But what is it made of?
She tries to forget but her mind replays.
"It's just glue and glass
      and other normal things.
It doesn't give me magic,
powers, or flying things.
Then why do I cherish it so?
Why do I listen to its opinions?
Why does it seem to be the king
and I only its strange minion?"
Smoothing her hands over its
   surface.  She forced herself to look away.  
But it beckoned her everywhere.
Nowhere could she stay.
She looked.
"I feel so worthless"
She looked again.
"I am so worthless"
Glanced again
"I am so dumb"
Looked longer this time.
"I just need to be numbed"
She picked up a gun and looked right at it.
"I feel so rejected."
Loud.  Then silence.  As the blood splashed
onto its surface, it too was reflected.