Reflection. Reminding me of who i am.
It reminds me of how I look, inside and out.
It reminds me of the way I dress.
It reminds me of the way I feel.
It tells me how much I haven't changed.
I'm still small.
I don't seem to give it my all.
It tells me my life is quite the mess.
I agree with the mirror.
I know i'm not so great.
I feel the cold of the glass as i receive these reminders.
They sink down inside me, filling me to the brim.
Until it becomes too much, and I stop looking at my reflection.
I can still hear the mirror, mocking me out of the corner of my eye. I turn away.
"I can't hear you."
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
