I stare at the mirror
Not recognizing the person staring back
She looks like me;
similar features but
the look in the eyes,
seems different
from what I recall.
Cold,
Unemotional,
Uncaring.
Harsh eyes
reflecting a detached soul
'No!' I violently scream
This can't be me;
This can't be my face
I couldn't have become her
I walk towards the mirror
The girl is sneering
Scorn written all over her face.
I want to shatter her image
Obliterate her
And those eyes,
so much loathe,
so much anger.
She can't reside here
Not within me
Not as me
A sudden crashing sound,
bone-chilling shrieks
hers
and cries of agony
mine
fill the dark room
as I stand there
shattered into pieces.
Mona Lisa
"She's smiling. Is she happy?"
"She looks happy. So, what does it matter?"
Love the story; hope you are doing well, I could be better.. but this just seems to be my path at the moment. Miss you