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Shattered Glass
Contributed by
Dreamer18
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Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The longer I stare the more I seem to take my true form. The hideous face revealed, but only to me. You see me and say, No, thats not true. Youre not ugly and youre a sweet person. But youre not the one who has to look in the mirror and see what I see everyday do you? See all the ugliness insidesee the shattered hopes, the wounds cut deep into my heart. You continue to say no, but guess what? Mirrors dont lie. They always show you the truth. Its not always what you want to see but thats just the way it is.
I close my eyes hoping to distort my image. But when I open themIm still there.
Oh Mirror, Mirror. I wish you could lie to me and show me exactly what I want to see. Show me who I really want to be.
But nnoooo; you just cant. So I continue to stare at that hideous facemy face; that one behind the mask of happiness that I wear so often. Then a thought slowly creeps into my mindand I slam my fists into that awful mirror. I laugh happily, almost insanely. Im FREE! I no loner have to seethat world of truth is gone and Im happy.
But then I look around in horrorthe world of truth; the world behind the mirror is all around me now. As my laughter fades, the laughter of my true self grows louder. It engulfs me, suffocates me and I fall to the floor.
I know I cant escape and it was foolish for me to try. I look down at the shattered glass and see thousands of images of me. I look into each piece of shattered glass with confusioneach piece of glass showing a shattered hope or dream; each piece of glass showing what I thought that I had let myself become.
Then ever so slowly the truth hits me!
The mirror WAS showing me what I wanted to see. What I had let myself believe for so longand now sitting on the floor, looking into the tiny pieces of glass, I see my other forms; the many parts of me that I show to various people. I realize that I have ONE true form and that is the one that I am the happiest being. It just took me a long time to finally see that. It took the breaking of a mirror that shows you what you want to see that those dreams and hopes werent really all that devastatingthey were only tiny pieces of shattered glass. And when its all over you see the truthyou see that it was painful but that it made you stronger.
Mirrorsfunny things they are. Yes, very funny indeed. They do exactly what you want them to do. Its just that half of the time people dont see it.
Still sitting on the floor I pick up some shattered pieces of glass and put them togetherslowly building up my dreams again. I look down and smile. Finally seeing the person who, all this time, I was too blind to see.
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Re: Shattered Glass
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by lilch4ever on
Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 11:38:01 PM AEST
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| That was really good and also very deep. Wonderfully written and so true. |
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