I hate what I see on the other side of it

Someone’s always more beautiful than me

More skinny

More worthy

I’m nothing and ill never be anything...

When I look in the mirror, I don’t always recognize the woman staring back.

Some mornings she feels like a ghost wearing my skin—eyes ringed with the shadows of nights that didn’t quite let me sleep, lips pressed in a line that remembers every secret I ever swallowed. She looks like someone who has lived a thousand lifetimes in a single decade. Someone who has fought battles the world never saw an...

“ oh come on, don’t be silly. There are no monsters in the world, except you, we believe that you are the Monster.” They never believe me, they thought I’m just a kid, useless and sometimes funny, only if they felt happy, but monster are real I just know, I fell every night something was watching me, I don’t know if what that is. Untile one day they finally believed me.

It was a quiet night, for...

انعكاسي على المراة هذه الفترة

دائما يجعلني اتسائل اهذه انا فعلا ؟

جريان المياه على وجهي الذابل لم يزده الا ذبولا وشفقة

جفناي الضيقان انفي المنفرج ووجنتاي الحادتان

يرتفع شعور الاشمئزاز من داخل معدتي اهذه انا فعلا؟

متى اصبح لي عيناي تلك المراة ووجه ذالك الرجل

حسنا ليس لي لحيته على الاقل صحيح؟

تفتر ابتسامه مني على خيال وجهي مع شعر في جوانبه ولكن لا يلبث الادراك ان يصفعني بقوته

بعد ٢٠ ...

When I look in the mirror, I see a ghost. Not me, not a hallucination, but an actual, real-life ghost.

It’s quite friendly, I think. In the two weeks since I first saw it, I haven’t been hurt - or killed - so it could be worse, though it scared me half to death. It’s a frail thing, hovering in the shadowy corner like a luminescent spider. Unlike with spiders however, I only screamed and threw my...

When I look in this mirror, I see my true identity. I am god. A being unbridled and uncontrollable. All bow at my hand and bend knee at my word. They don’t see my true form, but it is there and I know it. One day it will happen. One day my body will no longer be able to perpetuate this lie of appearance. One day my pure form will be reached and my real face will shine forwards like the scorching t...

“When I look in the mirror, I only see what I have lost. I don’t recognize myself; I’m sure you don’t recognize me either. I’m not sure if you recognize yourself. The only thing I have left anchoring me to who I am is my past, and my hunt for Death.” He turned away from his reflection to look at her. She barely recognized him too. His facial expressions were there, his smile slightly smirked, the ...

The pain held in your eyes, could make the sky cry, make the sea, fall from the edge of the earth

Suggestion, regression, temptation, lays on the face like make up from last night

Should I wipe the regret from my eyes

Should I brush away the guilt left in my teeth?

I pick My imperfections, hoping to find the root of my problems,

Oh that’s right. I’m beautiful too...

When I look in the mirror,

I see the ghost of a broken little girl —

the one who learned to quiet her laughter,

to swallow her tears before anyone could see.

She longed for love that didn’t leave bruises,

for acceptance that didn’t demand silence,

for comfort that didn’t fade when the lights went out.

She mistook survival for strength,

confusion for unworthiness.

She built her walls high

and cal...

I hate apples.

It had only been half a year since everything happened, but it still felt like it was only yesterday that I was naively talking with with mother. Sitting by her hospital bed, smiling, looking up to her. It took one sentence to turn my whole life upside down, and she’d been the one to speak it.

It didn’t matter how many times I walked up and down the halls of the academy, I knew it w...