I'm behind your mirror. Sheilded from the world in front of me. I cannot break this wall, it'll shatter on it's own one day.
I've seen many things, while I've personally never experienced them, people around me have.
I lack sympathy for positions I would never be caught in.
Im a bit loney. That's how it is in the mirror. It gets tiring of seeing everyone else's lives.
Will I ever experience love? To keep myself busy I usually play imaginary games.
Ill do anything to distract myself. Maybe whomever looks at me in the mirror expects to see their perfect self. Nobody's perfect, I change shape according to the face.
I don't hate insecurities. What is it like? Your nose too big? Acne?
It doesn't matter. Ive seen the souls of people, haunted by past mistakes, comparing lost love.
There's no point in even wishing to live in the real world. It seems awful.
Yet... somehow, I feel as though I need to venture off. To live a life of my own, not controlled in a glass by someone else's.
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