The Mirror

I never knew how cruel i was, until i met myself in you.

A mirror, with rosy lines for plump lips, round hazel orbs for eyes. A mirror, one that makes me

cower. One i fear to look into. For i know i am not to be faced with the visage im used to, but rather

my bare soul, the pandemonium of thoughts i have been trying to escape for years. I shall see „me“.

There lie my sins, my motives and actions.

Cynically looking around to spot myself. „It’s you“ she lowly whispered „you shouldn’t have to do

much looking in order for your eyes to land on the being you reside in“. This time her voice took a

taunting tone.

Horrified, my gaze falls on her. On me.

My actions mirrored hers. A glimpse of my existence that will forever daunt me.