I hated the mirror at the end of the hall. We all thought it was creepy looking, it showed us looking like monsters. But for me it showed what was hidden inside. Something dark and scary looking. Soulless black eyes, and dark mist all around me, I feared it the first time looking at it.
Once I stared too long and almost went insane. I stayed away, but always from the front of the hall I glanced down to see if I could see the 'monster' in the mirror. I left after 13 or so years, I came back later and looked into the mirror to see if it was there. I saw my normal self. I turned to go back, but the image darkened I saw the monster but it looked like a hollow version of myself.
I never knew what it meant. I today years later suffer from depression. I believe the mirror showed us not what was inside but what we'd become. I would turn into a hollow version of myself that nobody could see, unless they were turning to leave, and inside I was looking like a soulless creature with black eyes and black mist all around me. I would be this till I could find help or die.
I hated the mirror at the end of the hall, for it showed your worst fears hidden deep inside.
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Deep Inside a demon hides who carved a smile on my face
PoetryPoetry from different times I wrote, different ages, some old, some recent. Emotions I've felt and ones others shared with me. I'm glad you came to see and read them.
