Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I saw that girl on the other side. The girl I have known for my whole life. The girl that was so incredibly anxious. Her Eyes are too small, her face is not symmetrical enough, her lips are not full enough. Her skin is dull, with pimples, scars and other imperfections. But is she ugly? Or does society just taught her that. The first tear rolled down her face making her eyes red. A few more. A few more. Her face was just a wet surface. Her make-up was smudged. Destroy the things that destroy you. I looked one last time at the mirror as I smashed it and the girl disappeared. Blood covered glass fell in shards on the floor.