Have you ever just sat in front of a mirror, your knees pulled up to your chest staring at your reflection. Even though the thought of your perfectly shaped face, distinctive eyes, and hair. Makes yourself sick. Hating the secrets you hold inside, afraid to tell anyone because they'll get up and run. Fast and far, as far as they can get before they realize, anywhere they run they will always be too close. Afraid that one day they'll find out who you really are instead of the fake smile that you slap on your face, that was supposed to hide the pain buried deep inside you. The pain you don't want anyone to know or see. Because the things you have done, had changed your life and it will never be the same anymore? Because I have, and I only grow to hate myself more and more after each and everytime.