I looked into the mirror and I didn't see me. The girl staring at me felt foreign. It felt like I never knew her, nothing about her. Her eyes were swollen. They were red. It looked as if some inhuman being had shoved blood into her poor, demanding and painful eyes. Her hair was a mess that probably portrayed her issues, her life. Her chestnut brown hair was put up into a messy bun. The bun that was somehow made, had now hung low at her neck with strands falling low at her waist.
I looked into the mirror and I didn't see me. The girl staring at me felt foreign. It felt like I never knew her, nothing about her. Her eyes were swollen. They were red. It looked as if some inhuman being had shoved blood into her poor, demanding and ... #pain #girl #misery #look #mess #life stories
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Who is she? She isn't me. The girl in the mirror wore a look of pain and misery. Is it me? No....or yes? I am conflicted

I looked into the mirror and I didn't see me. The girl staring at me felt foreign. It felt like I never knew her, nothing about her. Her eyes were swollen. They were red. It looked as if some inhuman being had shoved blood into her poor, demanding and painful eyes. Her hair was a mess that probably portrayed her issues, her life. Her chestnut brown hair was put up into a messy bun. The bun that was somehow made, had now hung low at her neck with strands falling low at her waist.

The ivory coloured shirt hung loosely on her bony skin that highlighted her collarbones that seemed to protrude through her pale white skin. Her face looked miserable. Pale as ever. It seemed as if she haven't had her meals for days...or maybe weeks...maybe even months? Her lively lips that once looked glossy and plum-like, now seemed to end with a chapped finish .

The girl infront of me didn't know the definition of smile. Hder oceanic blue eyes had lost it's waves. They no more empty. carried the craze and no more the love. Her heart felt shattered. It pumped blood but was slowly becoming vacant. No love. No trust. No words.

The girl was really foreign. She wasn't me. Could she ever be? No. The girl in the mirror wasn't me. It was a miserable painful person. A sight that made my heart ache a little more but a little less to believe that the girl in the mirror wasn't me.

THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR -twilightqueenbie

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