Shattered Glass

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"You're never going to be good enough." The girl in the mirror told me. "You're not pretty enough, not smart enough, and above all else, you're not kind enough."

"No, no, shut up! It's not true!" I cover my ears and shut my eyes tight, trying to block it out, but the voice isn't coming from outside. It's coming from within.

"Just give up already. No one will like you. You are just not good enough." I see her in the mirror, sneering at me, smiling as if she's won.

"No, stop!" But she doesn't listen.

"You hope and wish that maybe one day you'll find love, but that's never going to happen. No one will ever love you. You don't even love yourself."

"St-"

"Those little crushes you get on all the other boys and girls will never amount to anything because they just don't like you. And they never will. No matter how hard you try to fit in or be someone else, you just won't be good enough. Face it. You're just a stupid, childish girl that no one likes."

"No!" Without thinking, my hand flies out, and my fist shatters the mirror, making shards of glass tinkle into the sink and onto the floor.

What have I done? I think to myself, looking at the shattered glass.

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