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...

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...