Sep 25, 2018
Distorted Reflections
She sobbed endlessly into the mirror, pleading and bargaining with it for an answer until her throat grew hoarse.
Why?
Why am I unloved?
With an angel's face contorted into an ugly beast and tears which stained her flawless skin, frustration replaced her sorrow. She was perfect, even in this condition, why could none stand her?
But alas, the mirror gave no answers, for it cannot show the flaws which rest within us, the demons behind our faces that force us into solitude and belligerence.
