Emotion

Through their eyes I look like a normal teenager, i have friends and I have a good life, because of this they think it is ok to say their hurtful words that cut deeper than any knife.
knife. But I am not ok. All of the words they are saying I have said to myself. When I look in the mirror I hate what looks back despite my good life, my friends and my wealth.wealth. Everyday the resentment rises along with the anger and rage. Until you try to break the mirror, but mirrors do not break they multiply leaving you trapped in a cage. Hundreds of eyes watching you, judging you and you are stuck powerless in your own reflection.