When I look in the mirror isn’t takes everything in me to not pick myself apart like he once used to. The girl I used to be- confident and happy, she’s an illusion of what I once was. And it’s not that my reflection staring back at me ugly- but a girl can only be put down so many times before she starts to believe the things that are being said.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror I still see the ...

Today I decided to go out for errands to help my mom out who was sick at the time, I went and bought her some meds along with groceries and new clothes for me and her, I checked the cashier who looked pale and their eyes were wide and they only mumbled a few words so when I ask what’s she saying she went over to my ear and whispered “the mirror, the mirror, the mirror” she was swaying back in four...

_(Ik I didn’t do the prompt technically, but I already used that title on a different story. Hope you have a great day!)_

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The girl I see

Is (not)

Me.

She is

Quite ugly.

Her face is

Covered

With bumps

And zits.

“Haha,

Look!

It’s

_Zit face!”_

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She is

Overweight

And hates

Tight clothes.

“Are you

Seriously

Wearing

_A crop top_?”

She has

A mustache

And a unibrow.

“You need to

Get ...

“Only when you look into the mirror, can you see the truth.”

Those were the words that were ringing through Ella’s ears as she came along the path in the woods, almost to her destination to find the Speculum Anima. This “Mirror of the Soul” was just thought to be an old wives tale, Ella remembered hearing about it once as a child. And until now that was all it was to Ella, just a tale.

When Ella...

When I look in the mirror, I see the devil himself staring back. Like Dorian Gray, my sins are reflected in his red, wrinkled skin, my sorrows hidden behind his raging eyes, fire dancing on the pupils. He has grown with me, chosen all of the things I try hardest to hide, and stolen them away to his side of the glass. I love him for it. He takes everything I hate most about myself and hides it away...

I look in the mirror and begin to question. Is that me, or a version of me I never knew before? A version with eyes that holds storms, a mouth that knows curses. I embraced it with welcoming and warm hands.

“Little man.” I asked

He looked puzzled, those stormy eyes staring at mine as if waiting for me to judge him.

No one had embraced this creature because of his devilish looks.

Maybe we should...

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Mirror Mirror standing tall.

Look at me,

What do you see?

A pretty perfect girl, or a

A devil in disguise.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Mirror Mirror standing tall.

Look at me.

What do I see?

I see a broken child,

Who’s pain is denial.

I see monster growing,

True hatred really showing.

I see a girl who needs some love,

Some one who needs a dove.

Mirror Mirror on t...

I touch my reflection tentatively, unsure if it’s glass, water or some surreal substance that I’ve been sucked in to. My fingers find coolness, the hard, smooth surface gleaming in the dim light. Glass after all, I realize as I step back and face the image in the mirror....

When I look in the mirror, I see the man I couldn’t kill.

I had never killed a man before and the boss knew that, but he still gave me the job. Rejecting it was out of the question so that left me with one simple question: how the hell am I supposed to kill someone?

I could tie a rope around his ankles while he’s sleeping, slip the other end on my truck and speed down the road. Maybe start a ga...

At the end of the day I go into the bathroom and take a breather. I look in the mirror see all my faults.

I see a mom who is trying, but failing.

I see a mom tired mentally, physically, and emotionally.

A mom that tries the whole day to keep her kids happy.

A mom that fights the voices in her head telling her she’s the worst mom.

All I can see is everything I am doing wrong.

The discipline, t...