Mirrors

Crippled in self hatred. Oh, how I loathe that face. That physique, that sneer. That ugly glare that dares to stare me in the eye. The one who dares look at me is hideous. A horrible monster. Friendless, and alone. Vile and twisted. Evil intentions fill her black cold heart. Emptiness twists within every being of her soul. A smile never having crossed the sinful mouth in many years. The lips are dry and cracked, from non use. The one who was staring at me, had no reason to speak. Her hateful glares, and resentful curled lips told everyone enough about what was on her mind.

Scars lined her arms. Cuts that were clearly sliced one by one. Healing scars, crusty with polysporin. Which can only cure wounds on the outside. Deprived, empty, and alone on the inside. In her years of living, no one reached out. Not even she could believe in herself. The one staring at me was a terrible creature. Dressed in self-loathing, and wrapped in harsh hatred for others, she faced the world with a cold demeanor, not giving nor receiving anything, to anyone.

However, living such an empty living could only last so long. The one staring back at me was not only hideous, she had mascara tears streaming down her face. Smudged makeup blotched her red face. Pain can only be bared alone for so long. And her time had run out. Scowling at the one staring, she turned on her heal, causing her reflection to do the same. The mirror cracked, as she slammed the door shut with an ear-splitting noise. The reflection shows what you truly are.