2AM Thoughts

✑𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖

I waited about an hour 'till I was the next one in line to enter the room.

From that room, you can hear people whimpering, hiccupping, crying and screaming.

First, they go inside looking presentable but troubled. Then, you hear the noises. And lastly, they come out looking relieved and like they just had a retouch but with bloodshot eyes.

The last person exited the room, it was finally my turn. My turn to take off the mask, break the facade and seek for release.

I entered the room, which doesn't really have any furniture inside, to see the oh-so-familiar wall-sized mirror. As I stared at my reflection and see myself slowly succumbing to the comfort and reassurance that nobody can see me, tears started falling down from my eyes. First, came the whimpering for I haven't really trusted the isolation. Then, came the hiccups. Next, I was full on crying. After that, came the screaming. Screaming at myself, at others and many more. Blaming myself for being weak, a coward and a liar. And finally, when I was done, I wiped my face clean and redid my make-up. The mask I slipped off came back on, and I exited the room with a much clearer and relieved mind.

Ah, another day in the crying room.