Your mirror has started talking to you. What does it say? Tell us the story.
I am here day and night. A lot of the time I go unnoticed, until you want my full attention. But you don’t realize how much of you I actually see. I've seen the good and the bad, the highs and, oh yes, the lows. Boy them lows, you need to sort that out. Sometimes you give me a wipe over, but I s'pose because I'm not a proper mirror, you don't really clean me as you could.
A prison plastic mirror. Yeah, could only happen to me couldn't it? How do you think I feel stuck in this poxy cell all day, next to the bloody toilet I mean? Oh no, I could have been a compact. Carried out in an expensive hand bag, wined and dined, popped out while the beautiful young lady applies her lippy. But no, I'm stuck in here with you and your bloody mood swings.
Just think, I could be in the hallway of a big country house, with a lovely family. Might even have been able to see out the front door, if they'd angled me right. Here, I can't even see the window. I look at the bloody wall most of the time, I'm not big on that pink you've painted it, but I s'pose at least you've painted it. The last occupant didn't bother and the one before that.
In fact, I don't think you realize how long I've been here. I've lost count of how many occupants have been in here using me. Yeah, I say using me, because that's how I feel. Used. And you've all had that look about you. Pale, drawn. Even when any of you have attempted a smile, I've felt like cracking. I've never seen a real smile.
I can see beyond them faces you pull, them attempts at happiness. I can see right into your eyes. You see, you're just looking at yourself when you look at me, but I'm looking at you too, really looking at you. I can tell a lot when I look deep into somebody's eyes. I see the pain, the turmoil. Well it's not like I've got anything to study, is it? You never laugh, none of you. I only see the bad times.
Like when you've been crying, you look into me when you need to blow your nose and your eyes are all puffy, and you're trying to fix up so nobody will notice. I mean, nobody's gonna look into a mirror and just laugh. Do you laugh? I s'pose if you looked into me and just laughed, I'd probably think you was mad anyway. What am I even saying? I can't think, I'm just a mirror!