ReflectionA Story by Maggie
It's looking in the mirror and only seeing everything that's wrong with you. It's not looking at your physical appearance,because you know that what's inside,is what matters the most. The skin that covers and hides the muscles,the bones,the blood,it's just a mask. It hides who I really am,why? Why can't I simply take it off,and put on a new mask. One that better suits the way that I am?
The mirror shows me my skin,it shows me what strangers judge when they see me walk down the street. A mirror doesn't show me who I am. I'm more that this skin. I'm more than this reflection. I stare straight into my own eyes. I keep staring,and slowly the reflection changes. I don't recognise this person in front of me anymore. The skin is unfamiliar,the person I see,isn't the person I am. It's the person others see. The person that I let others see. Fear takes over,changing who I am. It holds me captive inside some strangers skin. I am not my reflection. The fear,the fear that's inside of me. That is my reflection. It is the person that you see. I'm hiding,a coward. The words that drift through my mind each day and night,are locked away. If anything escaped my lips,then I don't think I'd be able to keep them safe anymore. I'm afraid of seeing my real reflection. If it shows me who I really am,I'll never be able to change it. © 2010 MaggieAuthor's Note
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