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This Is Why I LOATHE Mirrors

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MrBubbles24

Published: Jan 28, 2012

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Today
Was the 1st day in almost three years
That I actualy observed at what I saw in the
Mirror
I honestly tried to avoid mirrors
For a very long time
Because I couldn't stand to see the imperfection
Of my apperance
But what I saw today wasn't just apperance
I saw
Imperfection created by emotional damage
I saw
Blood trickling down swollen scars
I saw
An eyeliner mess created by pointless tears
I saw
Disappointment and Shame
I hated
All I saw and literally almost vomited at the sight
I couldn't
Accept the truths that the mirror showed
I didn't want
To Accept that I had pushed all the bad stuff back
I couldn't face
That trying to push it away just made it all worse
It wasn't just a bad apperance anymore
It was a nightmare stricken face
Created by emotional distress
In pointless rage
I almost broke the mirror
But now I feel it's somehow best if it isn't shattered
Because without it, how else would I
Have learned the truth?

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