Creative Writing: Looking In The Mirror

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When you look into the mirror who do you see? The eyes that stare back, are they your own? When I look in the mirror, a dull pair of blue eyes stares back. The shine long is gone. It left when reality came. The most ordinary and typical pair of eyes ever. I don’t know who they belong to. This person that stares back, is that me? Who am I? “What do you feel.” she asked, “You know you can open up to me.” “I know, Jessica. But I can’t.” “Why not?” “ Because I…” I can’t say it. I can’t tell them that's who I am. I shall never walk in town again if I say something. I can’t let anyone know I’m not straight. The look of disgust. The look of shame. I am ashamed of who I am. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I see filth, but no matter how many…show more content…
At that point, I didn’t know what to say. One way or another it was still the same. I guess when you have nothing left you don’t really care about what other people think anymore.They could not do anything to you anymore. I told him about my parent’s divorce. I told him about the bullying at school. I told him about my sexuality. He sat there patiently the whole time. Silently. Quietly. I think he fell asleep halfway through but I kept talking. I talked about holding on. Deep inside, a part of me wanted him to ask me to stay, to persuade me not to do it, to tell me there was still hope. When I finished he simply told me, “There is no hope. Nothing's gonna change. Not if you die and not if you stay.” and he walked away. I sat there for the whole night. Wide awake. Thinking. I looked up at the sky. There was the north star. There was Capricorn. The weather was nice. The sound of the trees was nice. The sound of bird chirps was nice. The dewy grass I ate on felt nice. This was a nice place to be. Nothing's going to change. The world would continue to rotate in this never-ending cycle. That's just the way things work. Change. Something has to change. That night, I watched the sunrise, signaling a new day. The colours were beautiful. The world is a beautiful place made for happiness. I looked at the awakening town below. That morning instead of pulling on my grey sweater like I do every day. I got up and smiled. I turned around, and I knew what I had to

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