Mirrors. They pick at you, attack you, crush you. Strolling past one is a nightmare, as it teases your existence. Ignoring the fright almost seems like a struggle, it is overwhelmingly stressful. Days where you wonder why you are present in this world, mirrors are the predators, seeking you out, to destroy the sliver of confidence you have left inside. Nights where you get all dressed up and you have a strong, passionate feeling to just go out and take on the world, mirrors are there to throw criticism at you, no matter how happy you are. It notices your most microscopic mistakes to cause them to show through. It breaks you down, attempts to shatter and crush you, no matter what. Any time of the day, mirrors are the enemy, but it's you that lets it get to yourself. It just seems as if it's all the mirrors fault. Mirrors are like the rain on your parade, unfortunately. They find some specific flaw or detail to cavil at, even if you're at your best point in life. The flaws show through, and the mirror always wins. It's a never ending cycle of pounds of makeup, then it says it's too much, so you take it all off. You're never happy in the end, the mirror never loses, you're always the one in defeat. It finds anything about you that you don't like to cavil at, like the vicious monster it is. It never stops.
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Randomthese are just a bunch of rants that i come up with. i need some way of getting my feelings out.
