Mirrors.

Look at yourself beautiful, look yourself in that mirror but this time differently.

When was the last time when you looked at yourself as the most beautiful person ever? When was the last time you realised that your skin doesn't looks young anymore or your eyes are now too tired to cry? When was the last time you realised you aren't the person that stares you back in the mirror? 

So you come a little closer towards the mirror, you place your cold hands on your face, finally looking at yourself in a while. You realise you look at yourself through filters of what had happened to you before. You hear your mind say to you statements like you don't worth anything, everything's gone to waste, why are you here or even why are you even reading this when nothing's gonna change. But you shut your mind as you look deeper into your eyes; into yourself. You see a bird with colourful feathers and realise it is too beautiful to be caged. You try to break those shackles as pure tears roll down your cheeks. You heart whispers to you "It's not over, let's try; please" 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar mistakes if any.