Pieces of my soul

An illusion

Sometimes, I can't take the fakeness of it all.

I want to scream and yell and blare music that sounds like crap in my room and do anything, anything to fill up the silence.

It whispers in my ear every second, taunting me.

I can't stand the mirrors all around this empty, glass house.

Every time I look, my reflection shatters and only an empty gaping hole is left behind.

My body is turned inside out and I become an ugly mass.

This is what's on the inside.

We're all these dark, horrifying beings hiding behind pretty faces, or is that just me?

Some is whispering, always.

She won't stop, she won't let me breathe.

She's suffocating me.

I look at myself and I see her, laughing.

Why won't she go away?

She's going to kill me.