Mirrors Never Lied, but She’s Never Honest
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

Today, the ache behind your left ear remind you to another ache deep down there.
It’s the old scar and pain I got back then. I think I already forget it, and healed. But seems like my body refused. It’s still there, scares me out with its bad shape, hidden in a pitch-dark corner. The worst shape that nobody would accept.
Everytime I look at the mirror, I don’t see me. It’s someone else crying, screaming for help.
Devastated.
I need to help her, get everything set. But the pitch-dark corner tied my feet and arms. It’s so dark inside. But at least, nobody would see that bad-shaped monster.
Picture by: @giuseppemilo
