Looking in the Mirror
Author's Note: Mreh. Dunno what made me write it and again, I don't think it flows well... But whatever. Again. Make what you will of it.
Another note: Based off my feelings and Breathe No More by Evanescence. I listen to the song too much I swear.
Everyday I look in that stupid mirror; I try to see what you see as I put on my make-up. I see a glimmer that maybe there is something. But if there is, every day it disappears in a blink of an eye that was my reflexes. I go to school.
I come back to my mirror for weeks. I start to believe I can no longer survive without the mirror. On weekends I scream at the soul that reflects from the mirror. Because I know it is truly mine.
I lash out one day and it falls from the wall, some of it shattered. A corner I would think. I see my reflection in the shards again. But who is that I girl I truly see? The one with the wild eyes and tangled hair whose make-up is running down her face with tears?
I want to comfort that girl. But the shards are too sharp to put back together. But as I look to the bigger mirror I see the rest intact. The shards are too small to matter.
I go to pick the shards up. To let myself get ready for you. But I find that... Even thought they're too small to matter they are still big enough to cut me... So many pieces.
I bite my lip through the pain. That girl reflects up at me from so many different angles. It hurts to touch her; to see her. But I save the pieces.
I turn to get ready again. Time progresses and I start to wonder... Which of us do you love? The mask as me... Or me? The one without the make-up? The face or the personality?
I need help. I don't want to bleed anymore. I can still feel the cuts from my soul. My mirror. My shards. I don't want to pretend anymore.
I need to get away.
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