“Shallow mirrors, what do you see?” Everyday I stare into the cold shallow mirror, but I never see deeper. I don’t see what truly matters. I see the thin surface… a sad silhouette that everyday prays for change. The shallow mirror tells me

“you will never be beautiful”, “stop trying so hard”.

Some days I am strong and reply with “No. I don’t believe what you tell me is horrid and hideous about myself, all you tell is lies.” Even on the days I believed that I was strong, the shallow mirror swings back around and hits me with it’s cold heartless words “Feeling confident? You know you can’t leave the house like that, what were you thinking? Go back and fix what you have done.” I cave in to the shallow words.

The shallow mirrors stalk everywhere I go. It is time that I tackle the hardest challenge of the day, school.

“Well hello” whispers the shallow mirror in a evil tone. Every run in with the mirror sends stone cold shivers down my spine. I fight to keep my chin up and ignore.

“You can’t ignore me, who do you think you are.” I escape to a bathroom stall and slam the door as fast a my shaky hands can allow me. Hot tears stream down my flustered face, I had, had enough. I wish I could defeat these mirrors, but they only defeat me.

I wander home after leaving school. Raindrops fall from a gloomy sky. The rain began to fall heavier and heavier. The water dripped off me into a puddle at my feet, I sat and gazed into the puddle until I could see a gloomy reflection of myself.

“Well well, look who it is”. My heart starts to pound pound out of my chest, they are everywhere, there is no warning, there is no escape, they follow every step I take, shallow mirrors is what I will always face.