I sit, staring into my glass reflection. Chips and cracks and missing pieces distort my image, confusing me for who I really am. Little good is left. I think back to a time, a time in the not so distant past, when I had stood in this precise place and could reflect upon the flawless image that had been before. But little by little, changes occured. I started to break, as did the mirror. Slowly, my image became unrecognizable. I was now a different person, the complete polar opposite of my old self, the complete polar opposite of the real me. As I think back to this time, a silent tear falls from my face, for I know that these changes have permanently affected who I am, and who I was. These changes make it so that the person I was no longer exists. These changes have made me, me.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
I sit, staring into my glass reflection. Chips and cracks and missing pieces distort my image, confusing me for who I really am. Little good is left. I think back to a time, a time in the not so distant past, when I had stood in this precise place and could reflect upon the flawless image that had been before. But little by little, changes occured. I started to break, as did the mirror. Slowly, my image became unrecognizable. I was now a different person, the complete polar opposite of my old self, the complete polar opposite of the real me. As I think back to this time, a silent tear falls from my face, for I know that these changes have permanently affected who I am, and who I was. These changes make it so that the person I was no longer exists. These changes have made me, me.