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I saunter through these endless halls of mirrors, feeling on edge. I keep my arms out at my side ready to fight any monsters that might feel the need to attack me. Finally stopping at a mirror and looking on with soulless eyes I can't help but wonder, 'Who is that girl she seems so familiar but so much a stranger in so many ways?' then the thought occurs to me that could be none other than me. That is the job of a mirror right to merely reflect what it sees but why does it seem that what I'm seeing isn't me. She seems so sad, so forgotten. It must be the old me the one I abandoned, it would make sense that's why she's sealed her. I think about touching the mirror but then quickly reconsider with all the fears that flood my mind. My hand remains suspended in air as I consider, "What if I slip up and every one sees the real me? What if the mirror shatters leaving me with the old but familiar pain? What if I'm left with nothing but a bleeding hand." I turn to leave convincing myself that she is happy in that world after all no one liked her any way…No one ever like the real me.
This cruel fact always made me wonder why people tell you to be yourself when they know that's not who they want you to be…I stop at yet another mirror the reflection cast in this one has a mad look, her fists are clenched. Clearly she has suffered a great deal of pain, I should know after all this girl is me as well…Or at least a part of me. I remember why I sealed her as well she had a tongue of acid and her words cut worse then any blade. It wasn't so much she wanted to be that way but rather one that held a great amount of sway over her caused this. She had her reasons for acting in such a manor the one person she had let near scorned her and she didn't want anyone else to be able to so she pushed people away. A few of great determination had pushed past this mask.
I know this place well it is neither in wake nor sleep that I find myself wandering these corridors of endless mirrors but rather in my fantasies. Whenever my mind starts to drift I come here wondering what everyone sees when they look at me. I wonder if anyone can see the real me or just there masks I choose to dawn. No point in trying to leave now, it's not like I could. The last mirror I look into I see it. That sickeningly happy smile, the perfect brunet hair falling in perfect curls, this one seems to have no flaws. So much unlike myself she has the perfect complexion, the perfect hair, the perfect smile, and the eyes of perfect water blue. That's not me, I could never be like that I'm so flawed and displeased with who I am but this one personifies confidence. I hate her she's to perfect I cant believe that I ever tried to fool people to think that could be me….Maybe that is what everyone wanted though. I remember I trapped her when the real me started become one of these lifeless dolls on the mirrors. I began to give up more and more of myself to create her. I became so focused on being this perfect little puppet I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I certainly couldn't lower my guard even for a minute lest the whole act fall to shambles.
I ball my fist thinking back to the days I longed to be her I remember all the pain it caused all the people who wanted to see just this. I pull my fist back ignoring every ounce of self preserve yelling from my insides to stop where I am but I plunge it forward anyway. At the last second in that split moment when my fist should have been in contact with shattered glass I feel her hand wrapped around my fist my eyes catch onto that sickly happy smile signaling she feels she's won…and maybe she has…. Some part of me just wont let me destroy her, I still feel its her they wanna see and I'm certainly sure its not me…I close my eyes trying to block out that image I feel her hand no longer on mine.
I'm stirred from my thinking and open my eyes to be gazing straight into the last mirror of this nightmare …This is the real me…Damaged brown hair, pained blue eyes, and the feeling of worthlessness always hanging in the air. Unlike the past ones this image won't fade it want meld into something better this is the nightmare I can not escape because this is my reality.
This cruel fact always made me wonder why people tell you to be yourself when they know that's not who they want you to be…I stop at yet another mirror the reflection cast in this one has a mad look, her fists are clenched. Clearly she has suffered a great deal of pain, I should know after all this girl is me as well…Or at least a part of me. I remember why I sealed her as well she had a tongue of acid and her words cut worse then any blade. It wasn't so much she wanted to be that way but rather one that held a great amount of sway over her caused this. She had her reasons for acting in such a manor the one person she had let near scorned her and she didn't want anyone else to be able to so she pushed people away. A few of great determination had pushed past this mask.
I know this place well it is neither in wake nor sleep that I find myself wandering these corridors of endless mirrors but rather in my fantasies. Whenever my mind starts to drift I come here wondering what everyone sees when they look at me. I wonder if anyone can see the real me or just there masks I choose to dawn. No point in trying to leave now, it's not like I could. The last mirror I look into I see it. That sickeningly happy smile, the perfect brunet hair falling in perfect curls, this one seems to have no flaws. So much unlike myself she has the perfect complexion, the perfect hair, the perfect smile, and the eyes of perfect water blue. That's not me, I could never be like that I'm so flawed and displeased with who I am but this one personifies confidence. I hate her she's to perfect I cant believe that I ever tried to fool people to think that could be me….Maybe that is what everyone wanted though. I remember I trapped her when the real me started become one of these lifeless dolls on the mirrors. I began to give up more and more of myself to create her. I became so focused on being this perfect little puppet I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I certainly couldn't lower my guard even for a minute lest the whole act fall to shambles.
I ball my fist thinking back to the days I longed to be her I remember all the pain it caused all the people who wanted to see just this. I pull my fist back ignoring every ounce of self preserve yelling from my insides to stop where I am but I plunge it forward anyway. At the last second in that split moment when my fist should have been in contact with shattered glass I feel her hand wrapped around my fist my eyes catch onto that sickly happy smile signaling she feels she's won…and maybe she has…. Some part of me just wont let me destroy her, I still feel its her they wanna see and I'm certainly sure its not me…I close my eyes trying to block out that image I feel her hand no longer on mine.
I'm stirred from my thinking and open my eyes to be gazing straight into the last mirror of this nightmare …This is the real me…Damaged brown hair, pained blue eyes, and the feeling of worthlessness always hanging in the air. Unlike the past ones this image won't fade it want meld into something better this is the nightmare I can not escape because this is my reality.
Okay so this is my first post...It was an assignment for school about how we veiw ourselves but i really liked it and got an A so i just wanted to put it on and yes i see the mind as a place where we store parts of ourselves we dont want people to see. please leave a comment!
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I can understand the grade, it was a great read, very visual