Hannah's P.O.V
Mirrors
They're everywhere
They haunt my dreams and tug
At my insecurities.
It pulls me towards it, and then whispers comments about me.
The mirror in my room
Suffocates my every thought.
I can't see my true self
For I am blinded by the way
I envision myself
I see someone ugly.
Someone not worth your time.
I notice how my nose disproportionate to my face.
I can see that my ance spots are scattered olddly, as if
Specles of dirt lay on my skin.
Though it seems that every one notices these
Imperfections.
They state and when the whisper comment's.
The talks about how ugly I am.
Or how fat I am.
When in reality they're not talking about me.
I'm paranoid.
I don't want to leave the house
Because I'm scared of people starting to notice
The hideous mask my inner
Self hides behind.
I used to sit in class and fear and her students ask the
Teacher questions, but to me their talking about how they feel bad about my looks.
The disorder in my brain
Listen to hell.
It made you feel like you
Dying from the inside out.
YOU ARE READING
Vent Book.. This Is Compeleted.
Teen FictionEating, a thing we do to survive, but it slowly became a problem for Hannah maray brown based on a true story
