Mirrors

*I was assigned to personify my fear and this what I came up with*

Warning: Reflections in this mirror may be distorted.

Face to face, I start to realise the similarities between us. We don't look a like but we've seen the same things and felt the same feelings. 

She's worn and tired, a suitcase under each of her eyes. Her eyes. They're the same as mine but hers seem brighter, as if she's slowly stealing the light from mine. 

I don't know who she is or what she wants but I won't ever forget the way her mouth twisted into a smile as she spits the words "you're a fucking failure" at me.

You're nothing. 

Nothing you do is good enough. 

You will let us down. 

You will let your mother down.

You will let your friends down.

Do you know why? because you're a fucking failure. Don't forget. 

It's been this way for as long as I can remember. This constant whispering straight into my left side brain. 

I cannot place the blame on her though. It's my fault. She is me, we are you and we are all together and all that fucking shit. 

Fear is my second favourite f-word.