In my closet there a stands a large bronze mirror. It's a kind of heirloom passed down from generation to generation, but no one in the family knows where it came from nor who acquired it. The only thing we know is that we shouldn’t ever look inside… but, I was never told a good reason not to.

I listened simply because others told me so, but after years of constantly being told no, I’ve grown cur...

When I look in the mirror I see someone being consumed by racing thoughts.

Someone being pushed down by what looks like a thousand tons of pressure and they are almost about to break.

They look like they are barely holding it together.

Like every racing thought is another blow to them. Another ton added to the pressure.

So much pressure they are almost swallowed whole.

Tears welling in their eyes...

I would look better in a broken mirror. I don’t like that I can’t hide my emotions, so my reflection shows my true feelings when inside I feel numb. I see my eyes’ blood vessels pulsing. My teeth are clenched and my eyebrows are stuck in a scowl. I have a pit in my stomach that makes me sink, my shoulders slouch and my wrists tighten. I try to distract my self, looking down at my lap and fidgeting...

When I look in the mirror, all I see is a person who should’ve been dead 2 years ago, a person that should be six feet under with the rest of her friends, a person who shouldn’t even be able to look into this very mirror.

I think about that accident every second of everyday. It doesn’t matter whether I’m at work, a family gathering, or just laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, it’s always in...

Faccia a faccia. Ecco cosa significa porsi davanti a uno specchio.

Guardare nella propria profonda intimità.

Scorgere le proprie parti più buie e quelle più luminose.

Denudarsi e confessarsi.

Oggi vedo un adulto maturo.

Vedo le rughe del passato.

Vedo la sofferenza di alcuni respiri.

Le vittorie e le sconfitte si proiettano sullo specchio.

Come un film in bianco e nero che scorre silenzios...

When I look in the mirror, I see someone staring back at me. But it isn’t me looking from the mirror.

It’s a young girl standing in a field of flowers. Dressed in a white floral gown with her golden hair tied in a neat bun on the top of her head. She held a basket filled with brightly colored wildflowers.

As I stared into her ice blue eyes, I wondered what happened to her to make her end up like...

When I look in the mirror I see a girl who isn’t motivated

When I look in the mirror I see a girl who depressed

When I look in the mirror I see a girl who wants to lay in bed all day

When I look in the mirror I see a girl that has dark eye bags

When I look in the mirror I see a girl that doesn’t want to improve

When I look in the mirror I see a girl that doesn’t have any friends

When I look in th...

As I looked through the dimensional portal of self I see a girl that is full of pain buried deep in her emotions buried by what people tell her and not only that she is confused as a wondering soul trying to get back to reality but she forces her self to be okay but that is far from the truth. **_ She puts dirt over the thoughts she feels hoping that her plant would ...

Despite the beauty people preach to me, the monster staring back tells a different story. It’s the same thing every morning, as I get ready and stare back at my own reflection, not even the affirmations can heel whatever is broken. Each little chant, “you are beautiful”, “you are loved”, “you are good”. Each tiny imperfection only reiterates how truly pathetic these lies are.

Out in the world, at...

Eyes burning to have their spark back. Dehydration and the effects of a life of distractions. What you see is not the same as I. Age, tired and scared, or is that what you see too?...