Post by Confusion on May 2, 2005 5:36:08 GMT -8
I splash my face with cold water and look up into the mirror at my haunting, sunken face. I see my ghostly pale skin, black eyeliner smudged down my cheeks, hair wild and ungroomed, my face carrying an expression of fear and disgust at its own reflection.
I see my eyes; they've lost that cheerful glint which used to only belong to me. Now they are deep, sunken wrecks, misery imbedded within them.
I think back to myself just three years ago. What would she think of me now? I know how badly she thought of people like me. I know she had a plan for how the future would be, that she would not end up like this. Now for the first time she sees she really is me. She must have lost that plan, somewhere along the way.
I see my eyes; they've lost that cheerful glint which used to only belong to me. Now they are deep, sunken wrecks, misery imbedded within them.
I think back to myself just three years ago. What would she think of me now? I know how badly she thought of people like me. I know she had a plan for how the future would be, that she would not end up like this. Now for the first time she sees she really is me. She must have lost that plan, somewhere along the way.