I create my own image only to have it be shattered by the mirror. Even though the mirror fails to reflect what's inside, it shows you the things that torment you on the outside. It makes you hate it so
you can try and it break it but in the end it doesn't matter how hard you hit it because it'll just laugh and torment you until you fix what's on the outside even if it hurts you. Every time you try to get
rid of your reflection, it only crushes you, suffocating you, oppressing you, making you wish for death even though you know that the reaper will just drag you to the depths of hell. After the pain
subsidies, and you manage to get away from the mirror after a brutal beating. You'll consider talking death even though you know you won't. After you ponder the thought of death for while
you'll finally decide to keep on going and build yourself back up, forgetting all the things the mirror said and all the images it's burned into your head. Soon enough, you'll have the confidence to face the
Mirror and laugh in its face. Now that you have control, you feel like you're on top of the world, and you'll see that reflection you always wanted to see until that one day when you
accidentally let your guard down, resulting in the gruesome murder of your image. No matter what you do, the mirror will always torture you, and no matter how many times you build
yourself back up, it'll always strike you down because it's always out for blood.
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The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]
PoetryMaybe things will get better. Spoiler, it doesn't.