PICTURE PERFECT
I am looking in the mirror but there is something different about the image staring back at me.
One evening as i am looking in the mirror preparing myself for a night out with my friends,i saw a sad image staring back at me.
The young girl is 20 years or older she has beautiful brown eyes,her innocence was beyond repair.
It seems she was heartbroken,covered in tears,heart in tatters.
She is lonely and bitter,covered in scars some she does not even recognize anymore,the only thing she seems to make head or tail of is her pain and shame.
i stood there looking at this image or reflection and realized that i was staring at nothing but the truth.
It was ME no matter how many times i stare into the mirror every day putting on that much make up it does not hide the real truth when all doors are locked.
The girl in the mirror has lost sight of happiness,her self worth and the world to her is just a white paper that ink does not appear in no matter how many times you try to apply it.
The two women are not really much different from each other except that the other woman is naked while the other hides every thing under her clothing,heaps of make up and a smile. She is not alive anymore she just exists like every one else on the planet,she wakes up without a purpose but only because God gave her another day which she only sees as torture but is a blessing.
She smiles because it stops every one from asking her questions which could just end up in tears.
She does not realize her strength at all as she believes her weakness is the only thing she dwells on.
As much as she smiles every living being inside her breaks into small pieces which in turn break into even smaller pieces....
She is a very beautiful young lady inside and out but because of the pain she fails to see all of that,behind every tear is a story instead she writes she turns to her pillow for comfort and her fear is being on her own and being shunned by every one else.
She lost her sacredness and the only thing standing between her happiness and living is herself.
I really wanted to help her out i could see that she wanted it and needed it so much although i could not because the ghost of who i am was confronting me and i was not even half way happy with that.
We all want a little privacy something to reflect on,something we hide very well from the world and i learned something very important that the world does not make you instead you make and shape the entire world.
One evening as i am looking in the mirror preparing myself for a night out with my friends,i saw a sad image staring back at me.
The young girl is 20 years or older she has beautiful brown eyes,her innocence was beyond repair.
It seems she was heartbroken,covered in tears,heart in tatters.
She is lonely and bitter,covered in scars some she does not even recognize anymore,the only thing she seems to make head or tail of is her pain and shame.
i stood there looking at this image or reflection and realized that i was staring at nothing but the truth.
It was ME no matter how many times i stare into the mirror every day putting on that much make up it does not hide the real truth when all doors are locked.
The girl in the mirror has lost sight of happiness,her self worth and the world to her is just a white paper that ink does not appear in no matter how many times you try to apply it.
The two women are not really much different from each other except that the other woman is naked while the other hides every thing under her clothing,heaps of make up and a smile. She is not alive anymore she just exists like every one else on the planet,she wakes up without a purpose but only because God gave her another day which she only sees as torture but is a blessing.
She smiles because it stops every one from asking her questions which could just end up in tears.
She does not realize her strength at all as she believes her weakness is the only thing she dwells on.
As much as she smiles every living being inside her breaks into small pieces which in turn break into even smaller pieces....
She is a very beautiful young lady inside and out but because of the pain she fails to see all of that,behind every tear is a story instead she writes she turns to her pillow for comfort and her fear is being on her own and being shunned by every one else.
She lost her sacredness and the only thing standing between her happiness and living is herself.
I really wanted to help her out i could see that she wanted it and needed it so much although i could not because the ghost of who i am was confronting me and i was not even half way happy with that.
We all want a little privacy something to reflect on,something we hide very well from the world and i learned something very important that the world does not make you instead you make and shape the entire world.
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