The thoughts never leave.
The normal things in life are less normal than they should be.
Eating, drinking, sleeping are all challenges.
The mirror that once displayed a smile and a soul full of love.
The finely cut angled metal, sculpted to display reflections. A scrap price of metal that withholds the utmost power; the power to alter a mind.
It allows for the ugliness and scorning to torment.
The demons unleashed have the power to change a like. They have the power to motivate self abuse. They have the power to make the fuel of the human life a sin. A simple predicament of to eat or to wither away. The power to make a gleeful soul burdened by fear and disgust.
But this scrap piece of metal is not the problem. It is simply the window; the open gates to a real problem. The problem is not inanimate objects, it is the way the human mind functions. It is the debate of the conscious and the reality.
What is true?
Beliefs?
Thoughts?
Or are the facts proved by experiments, tests and observation the only things that are true.
What shapes us?
Reality or realistic fiction?
This is the mirror.
About the Creator
Rheanna Philipp
Just a girl who finds writing as an escape
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