Stars In The Sky

He would stand, shoulders hunched and eyebrows furrowed, in front of the mirror for the longest time, primping and preening himself to flawlessness; wholly disappointed in what he saw. He’d quickly grow frustrated with himself, hating himself for the way he looked. He’d glare disgustedly at every mirror, sometimes even at the translucent image reflected onto plain glass, no matter how long he’d stand in front of it. Failure and misery would bubble up in his stomach. He would never let it out; he would swallow it down and force it to be quiet. Desperately, he’d ignore the silent screams self-hatred that swelled and merged throughout his entire being, that seemed to get louder and louder with each passing glance.