I sit here in my room
Staring at myself in the mirror
With puffy eyes and red cheeks.
In the past twenty minutes I've given myself a monologue
About why I've been beating my mind over answering the door
In pyjamas and how I began to stutter when I talked.
It's not a big deal, really.
But images of my stupid self
Are embedded into my mind
And it seems like they won't evaporate.
So now I'm staring at myself in the mirror.
My wrist aches from constantly wiping my face dry
And these breathing exercises only last five seconds.
I begin to wonder why I'm being so harsh
On myself when these days I've been
So kind and calm
And it hits me that despite how hard I try
I'm always going to end up staring at my puffy eyes and red cheeks
In the mirror for the rest of my life.
About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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