reflection.
years ago there was a young boy, he always loved to be seen, there was never a moment where he wasnt trying to entertain someone, it was his craft.
one day the boy walked past a mirror in his house, and he stared, and for the first time in his life he wasnt seen by someone else, but by himself instead. the more he looked the more he felt he needed to puke, it was a sick feeling that resonated deep in his gut. by the time he had walked away the mirror was shattered into peices and his hands were stained red.
nowadays that boy isnt around, but strangley it seems an odd girl has taken his place, one who hates the feeling of being seen by others, even though she still loves to entertain, one who stays up all night with the purple hair cascading down her face reflecting bright pink screens and blasting weird music through her headphones, just to complain the next day that she's tired.
today that girl walked past a mirror in her house, and she stared, she stared long and hard, and for the first time in her life, her reflection smiled at her, and she smiled back
