Reflections: Learning to Love the Mirror

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12:00 a.m. shines brightly on the digital clock sitting on her nightstand
as she lays on the hardwood floor,
the coolness piercing through her bare skin.

with only a bra and underwear on,
she stares at the barren white ceiling overhead,
the pouring rain pounding heavily against the windowpane.

she hasn't moved in hours, frozen solid to the spot;
a million thoughts running wild in her mind
creating a whirlwind chaos she cannot control.

you'll never be good enough, one voice whispers.
keep on trying, but it'll never work, goes another.

one after another, they never seem to stop.

she shuts her eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to quiet the noise,
but they only seem to get louder and louder,
drowning out everything else.

tears travel down her freckled cheeks as she bites down on her lip,
the metallic taste of blood bitter on her tongue.

no one can hear her;
no one can see her;
no one can save her.

only she can save
herself.

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