A/N: idk this could be triggering but it's not bad and it's short
Parker's POV:
I stare at the stranger in the mirror. He is me. But I don't know him. He is someone I am not. I know him quite well yet he is a stranger. I put him on every morning and take him off at night.
He is confident. Funny. Loved. Handsome. Cared for. Creative. Talented. Energetic. Smart. Loyal. Honest. Charming... Perfect. He is everything that I'm not. He is everything that I was. He is a mask.
A mask I created to hide me. Me. Shy, Timid, Stupid, Worthless, Unloved, Neglected, Ugly, Depressed, Suicidal, Imperfect, Flawed, ME.
I have come to know him quite well. Yet, he is a stranger. And he stares back at me from the mirror.
A/N: idk a lot of the times I create stories out of words? so like the word Flower could turn into a oneshot idk though
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Intricacies; oneshots
Randomoneshots, many will be bxb or emotional blurbs; the beginning ones are cube