Understand?

A look of distress colors the blue eyes staring back at you in the kitchen mirror. You're home alone, battling against the thoughts that have been gnawing at your skull for days- maybe even weeks. You gently run your fingers over the smooth glass portraying a broken reflection. You know what you desire, but a large part of your subconscious is holding you back. You can already see their reactions, varying shades of astonishment and anger. They're too small-minded to understand, to accept the words that should've poured out of your mouth years ago, but instead have been ruthlessly locked behind a concrete dam. In an effort to ease your pounding heart, you take a deep breath and begin to confess. The relief the moment brings is liberating, but you know the freedom will be short lived. In the mirror, you watch as your lips curl into a wistful smile. You're well aware that when they return, you'll have to rebuild the cracked surface of the walls around your heart, but for the time being you're at peace with your voice, and that'll have to suffice. After all,  at the moment,

you're the only one who truly understands.