Reflection

Here I stand, attempting to see inside my soul through the whites of my eyes. I stand for 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5, 10. I haven't made it past the physical attributes quite yet. I see skin, a pale brown tone fills it with a slight rouge among its cheeks. But on that skin is scars. From acne that ached to be scratched or burns from trying to make the perfect "on fleek" eyebrow. On my skin I see the scars of my insides. The bags under my eyes a slight purple from the insomnia that keeps me up hours into the night. The paths that my tears once took so apparent to me but invisible to everyone else. Lips peeled and bloody from my ever so short nails peeling away with nervousness. When I look in the mirror I see a broken mirror. But the mirror isn't broken. I am.