The mirror looks so twisted and I can only see the fragmented versions of the me I used to be.

I see her eyes, they once smiled with so much joy and heart, now filled with pain and a glimmer that she's barely hanging on.

I see her smile, once filled with laughter and jokes, now filled with sad secrets and a force she never had to use before.

I see her cheeks, once held lines of youth, now hold the fear of growing old and alone.

And I think  about who I was and who I am as I stare at the pieces so deformed by the thoughts in my head and I wonder... Am I really that bad?

The answer is... I am not as bad as everyone tends to make me feel but I am truly not the monster I make myself out to be and I will rise above this challenge.