I look at myself in the mirror, and I ask the person looking back
"Why are you crying??"
They look at me with young eyes covered in tears and pain.
"Aren't you going to anwser?"
I ask the person looking back.
They look at me angered for some reason, and the painful tears coming down harder along their cheeks.
"Anwser me!"
I yell at them and throw my fists to the person looking back!
All I see is blood and glass shards everywhere.
My hands are in pain, and I feel my eyes letting go the hot tears.
I shake my head thinking how stupid I was.
I forgot the person looking back was me.