She looked at the mirror again...
and again
seeing the distorted image of herself.
The girl
who has an ugly smile,
ugly eyes...
ugly crying
in front of her reflection.
Every night,
she prays
that she will find peace
and live happily without those flaws
she always sees within her.
The depressive periods she encounters,
she couldn't handle it anymore.
She's tired of everything...
...everything.
She wanted attention.
She wanted to be love.
She wanted fame.
She wanted admiration from everyone.
She wished all of that.
She wished everyone
would at least discover her beauty.
Then she realized she's not.
She doesn't have those.
So sad.
So true.
So in reality.
And so painful.
She woke up
one day,
numb.
She couldn't feel anything.
She'd completely changed.
She doesn't care anymore.
She doesn't give shits anymore.
She won the battle
but she lost her self.
She became
a different person.
BINABASA MO ANG
Drafts of the Soul
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