Window
There is a girl standing in the window
She looks like me
She smiles like me
She walks like me.
There is a girl staring at me from inside the glass
She has the same eyes
Her face falls the same way mine does
Her hair shades her face like two blonde curtains.
There is a girl looking at me from the other side of the transparent door
She is judging me
She is criticizing the marks horizontally placed on my arms
She is scoping out the lines of my body and disgracing them.
There is a girl laughing at me from the side of the window
She is mocking me
She is torturing me
She is picking up a blade and tracing it across my skin.
There is a girl crying as I watch from this side of the door
She is marking up her arms and sobbing
She is gasping like she is drowning
She is crumpling to the floor.
There is a girl on the other side of the glass
She is standing up to face me with shoulders back and head high
Her arms are covered in red welts
Her eyes are puffy and her face wet
There is a girl coming closer to the window
She is squinting at me, copying what I do
She is lifting her hand to place it to the glass like me
Her eyes are full of pain and fear like mine often are.
There is a girl staring at me in the mirror
She is not me and I am not her
She is the part of my mind I refuse to believe
She is what I have become.
There is a girl standing in the window
She looks like me
She smiles like me
She walks like me.
There is a girl staring at me from inside the glass
She has the same eyes
Her face falls the same way mine does
Her hair shades her face like two blonde curtains.
There is a girl looking at me from the other side of the transparent door
She is judging me
She is criticizing the marks horizontally placed on my arms
She is scoping out the lines of my body and disgracing them.
There is a girl laughing at me from the side of the window
She is mocking me
She is torturing me
She is picking up a blade and tracing it across my skin.
There is a girl crying as I watch from this side of the door
She is marking up her arms and sobbing
She is gasping like she is drowning
She is crumpling to the floor.
There is a girl on the other side of the glass
She is standing up to face me with shoulders back and head high
Her arms are covered in red welts
Her eyes are puffy and her face wet
There is a girl coming closer to the window
She is squinting at me, copying what I do
She is lifting her hand to place it to the glass like me
Her eyes are full of pain and fear like mine often are.
There is a girl staring at me in the mirror
She is not me and I am not her
She is the part of my mind I refuse to believe
She is what I have become.
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Frankie! That girl on the other side of the window is watching and waiting to see who jumps first. Yes, she mocks and tortures testing your emotional intellect to see if she can break you! Don't let her!!! She is trying to inflict an affliction. Don't let her!!! No, she is what will "be" once the reflection disappears.
This is an excellent write. It is my hope that it is purely fiction.
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Wow. Amazing write <3