I lie awake at nights, squirming with my thoughts and debating which ones cause the emotional bandages of feelings stream down my cheeks endlessly. Which ones constitute to the reason I see red puffy eyes, smeared lipstick and smudged mascara first thing in the morning when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I don't see myself standing there with a brush in my hand. I see that girl standing there from the last night who cries herself to sleep. I don't see the cheerful girl who sings in the shower the next thing that gives her the energy to go through the day without letting that girl from the night creep up her neck during any second of the entire day till the sun comes down when so does her facade. Why don't I see that girl from the night anymore in the daytime when I'm looking myself in my school washroom mirror with my friends surrounding me and gossiping about that new girl who just yesterday joined the school.
