The Truth Behind The Mask

Mirror

Black nails.
Beautiful green eyes.
Pale skin.
Milky brown hair.
Under weight.

People all around her sees her like this, but all she sees is:

Scars on her round hips.
Dull disgusting green eyes that doesn't sparkle anymore and gives secrets away way too fast for her liking.
A fat disgrace to human kind.
A tummy that's big and round.

The person that looks at her through the bathroom mirror is her only friend.
The bathroom is the only place where she can be herself. To take off all the fake smiles she gives to those around her so that they wouldn't approach her. Her friend that lives in the mirror helps her to hide the only escape from everyone around her.

The escape that's used to get away from reality so many times already. It's an object that can make you drip red from one single tuck. Sometimes it leaves scars behind to show what reality does to us.

Everyone ignores her calls for help, like her pillow that just absorbs all her tears and bowled up fists.

The voice in her head screams to be set free from all the torture it gets. It wants to be heard by everyone. It wants revenge from those who hurt it, that broke it.

"Why won't anyone help me? Do they not hear or do they just choose to ignore me? Am I just a crack in life that everyone wants away?"

Everyone says to smile your pain away, because no one will notice.
To keep your head held high through dark times.

But sometimes all you need to do is to look down before you fall any deeper.

Her friend that lives in the mirror always says that the dark will make you feel safe. That it will protect.
And she always will listen to her only friend no matter what.

In the dark she lives.
Locked away forever.
Only seen through the day and ignored by night.

Goodnight its time to go. You might see me tomorrow again.