Who am I?

Who am I?

A Story by FlatLineBeauty

It's funny how that girl in the mirror looks exactly like me, but the thing is that's not me. I pick up the brush and begin to brush my hair and amazingly there she is doing the same thing. I have heard about the woman in the mirror and she's not so nice. For some reason others always talk to her, but I never have. Sometimes I am blamed for what she says and does. She mostly likes to seduce and tease, but then in the end she ends up hurting people. People that I love and care for, but then when she leaves, so do my friends. Did she tell them something horrible about me? Is that why they wont stay?

Hey! Who is that in the mirror? It looks like me, but shes not. I have often heard about her. People worry about her a lot. She is always really sad and feels like there is no hope. The tears she cries for some reason they stream down my face and I can feel all the cuts she leaves. I often wonder why she does it, but what I really want to know is why do I feel her pain? She seeks out love a lot, but each time her heart shatters it becomes the end. I can understand that pain. She left awhile ago, but when she left I ended up in this room with padded walls. I want to move my arms, but I can't. What did I do to get in here? I wish I knew.

There is another girl in the mirror. People seem to love her and she's really popular, but she never talks to me. I wish I could be like her. We look exactly the same, but I guess our tastes in things are way different. She is so lively and it is so easy for her to charm people and I wish I could do the same. She often walks around and she gains the upper hand a lot, but sometimes she can be rather judgmental and use secrets against people. She seems to have fake friends, but they claim to be my friends. I guess she got tired of this boring scene and so from my view she leaves, and I am left guessing putting the pieces of puzzles together.

That girl in the mirror looks so fierce and brave. I wish I could just be myself and not care, but I am far to timid and shy. We could be twins, well, except we are nothing alike in personality. People seem to like her, but they also know not to cross her temper. I haven't seen it, but I have heard of it. Some things just shock me that I hear about her. Seems she likes to party a lot. She has a tough appearance and wants to feel again, but she has so many walls. If only someone would reach out to her. I would, but for some reason I can never get a hold of her. For some reason people tell me I am a lot like her, but I'm really nothing like her. She's not me, although I am mistaken for her all the time.

I hate the fact that I know so much about everyone else, but no one knows me. I feel like a duplicate of all these other girls who look exactly like me and I hate hearing their names all the time and how some people identify me as them. Could you imagine copies of yourself like little clones, but you get blamed for everything they do? I am not crazy that's not me. I am not them. I don't know myself very well, but I know I am nothing like them. We look the same, live in the same home, have the same family, and we share everything. I just want my space! I want to be me I don't want those girls here anymore! Someone tell me.... Who am I? What is my name and why do people identify me as multiple others?

© 2013 FlatLineBeauty


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looking at your reflection in a 2 sided mirror can be a daunting task, because sometimes we are confused as to who is steering back at us. in the end no one can define who you are but your own self loved reading this piece it's very relate-able


Posted 11 Years Ago


FlatLineBeauty

10 Years Ago

Thank you for taking time to read peter :) I'm happy you liked it. Xo Winter
This is the perfect example of the daughter of Eve VS the daughters of Lilith.
The same person, multiple sides, one lineage, multiple personalities which one is the true form of representation though? We often lose ourselves by trying to be something we're not to please others or even achieve something we want at that given point of time. I think the only way to find the true self is to look past the mirror itself and find out who you are through the reflection of raw emotion. I'll explain this point briefly and you or many others might disagree but I think the point at where we are our true selves is at that exact moment where we express true genuine quantities of emotion, for example; When a soldier mother looks at the last letter her son wrote to her before she lost him to the war you can see the person she was, the mother she is and the heart reflected through.. same example can be given through anger, when a person is about to give the killing blow the victim can see the reflection of the criminals personality in his eyes. That vivid sight is the true self, so when someone says I love you next time if you want to see if they really mean it look into their eyes and see if they're able to say it looking back at you straight on.

Excellent write by the way, the very fact that it got me thinking and to write such a big reply (sorry about that :P) is because it was such a good write in the first place, such a strong statement of a question most of us ask ourselves daily. I wish I could figure out who I am too, I perceive myself to be a loser most of the times but I maybe more than that.

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I would recommend reading your work to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syPVfSD3nYc

Posted 11 Years Ago


FlatLineBeauty

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much. xo Winter
sometimes when you look in the mirror it's hard to recognize the face you see .This is wonderfully written and easy for people to relate to.Thank you for sharing

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Hello, Winter. This is a moving story. Who won't be troubled when you don't even know yourself?
I remember here our lesson in high school- Johari's Windows which says there are 4 windows of oneself:
1. I know, others know
2. I know, others don't know
3. I don't know, others know
4. I don't know, others don't know

It's so complicated when you are under windows 3 and 4.
Hope the girl in the story could move on as a stronger "she".
Great story. Keep going.

Posted 11 Years Ago


FlatLineBeauty

11 Years Ago

Thanks D. It's really not my best, just a bunch of jumbled thoughts really. Thank you for your time .. read more
Dhaye

11 Years Ago

you're welcome

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