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?...

The mirror knows

That I’m not happy

It always shows

When nobody else is around

When I do a workout

It’s only for external values,

Ending in another negative bout,

But I don’t let anybody notice 

When I cry,

The concealer covers it up

Making me feel more and more like a fraud 

Sometimes I think I should just give up 

The mirror knows the me

That isn’t always pretty and neat

But it’s me.

But I al...

words of hatred surround me, disgust, guilt and a horrible, black shame hang over me when i see my reflection. it was those moments of slips, control losing its grip on me for two seconds, and it hitting me right now like bad, horrible nightmare. i can never eat again, never show nyself outside. i am not worthy of it. i have lost all ny value, all theres left is rolls, and a body that showcases la...

I look around the park.

I just walked out of Ayan’s house once he told me he loved me. Like he actually loved me and not just for the sake of fake dating.

I freaked out so I left.

Now I’m in the park sat on the swing which is where I usually go to clear my head.

Ayan’s stood in front of me now.

He has tears in his eyes. He can’t understand why I can’t just let him love me even when I l...