Mirrors on every side. My whole life reflected back to me for my pleasure and pain. Great ideas and miserable mistakes. A spazm of movement overtakes me, and uncontrollable dance of misery. Can anyone help me? These mirror walls collapse on me, revealing true intentions and loneliness. Their past purpose to show outward appearances and create an illusion controlled by the mind and projected for all to see. Just an illusion to fool the others and stop their worrying. But as true plans and emotions are unmasked it brings unwanted attention and the need to run away from it all. As my escape works I can't help but call out for help, loud enough to make the closer people run after me faster, but quiet enough for farther people to loose interest. I look for things to blame my problems on, weight, looks, even resorting to pain to take my mind away. What drives me to do such terrible, yet satisfying things to my body, slowly deteriorating it while I become temporarily happy.
