Poetry of thought

Mirrors

When You look in the mirror, you see yourself. You might not like what you see, but it's you. And you accept that.

If you couldn't see yourself in what you see in the mirror, what would that make you? Crazy? Dillusional?

What if you saw something you knew wasn't there? Then you'd definitely be insane, right?

Would you ignore it?

Would you never tell anyone? Would you hint at it in things you say and do, silently hoping someone, anyone would ask, "Are you alright?"?

What would you do if you looked in the mirror and saw a noose around your neck? Or your throat slit and bleeding?

Would you tell someone then?

Or would you wait until someone notices when you avert your eyes from the school bathroom mirrors?

What will you do when you start to envy the figures in your reflection?

Do you think you'll still be able to sleep? To eat?

There's so many people in this world who are like this. You may be one. You may not be. But at least now you know they exist.

For their sake.

Please.

Don't let them face the mirrors alone.