What are your truths?
Insignificance
Anguish
Indifference
When you close your eyes at night, what do you see?
Because when I close mine, I see nothing but feel the shattering of glass- a mirror that reflected the image of a person that I thought I knew I was. I believed that I was warm. An entity that another could confide in to raise their spirits and push them in to unknown comfort zones. Unlock the box within them that exudes confidence like they never knew before.
However, that isn't what my eyes filled with shards can see.
I thought I saw terror- a hideous beast ready to tear apart her next pray. In a world where words speak louder and are more destructive than actions, I purposefully and tactfully rapture wounds that have been long since faded and ruin their good opinions of me. I replace them with the incapability of understanding me on a human level beyond the point of rationalisation. Do I deserve happiness? Probably not.
Though I've had more inflicted upon me, more than I have on others outwardly, I seem to have a specific and unintentional power that forces the other to hate me.
Unless, it may not be what I truly saw.
It takes a lot of time and lot of cautious efforts to relieve a seeing organ from attempts of mutilation. As the pieces are removed one by one, I realise that I may be my own saboteur and that I let such occurrences happen, and yet I'm the only one left with any desire to try and help the situation.
Why am I left behind? When can I grasp that I am not the only prospective saboteur in any given situation? When will someone else take the blame?
So when you close your eyes and and feel that mirror shatter,
what truths will you realise?
Is it significant?
Do you feel content?
Will it make a difference?
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