We constantly stand in front of a piece of glass, asking if it thinks we are extravagant.
We choose to let its judgment determine our self worth.
It points out the tinniest flaw that we never cared for before, and obsess over it.
This piece of glass teaches hatred.
It weakens our ability to tell a truth from a lie.
And the more power we give it, the more dark our souls become.
We are carried into an abyss, a prison created by us, to which we isolate ourselves.
Why do we allow this stupid piece of glass to torment us?
Because we can't help but feel that its judgments are true?
We lose sight in the things that matter most to us.
We hurt so bad that our emotions become nothing.
Numbness.
Numb to everything, and everyone.
Just hallow shells of what once was.
Our worst nightmares become a reality.
Tearing apart the very essence of what we once were.
Slowly killing ourselves.
Hoping to be "beautiful".
Hoping to be "perfect".
This piece of glass destroys us emotionally.
And we help it destroy us physically.
But we will never impress it.
There will always be a flaw, a tiny imperfection, and self hate.
We battle against a glass nightmare and ourselves.
Turning it to war.
And although we are warriors, we are also humans.
And all at once, a battle is lost, and the war is over.
