I walked up to a mirror surrounded by black space abundant with stars. I don’t completely understand how I came to be there or how I feel almost weightless. My reflection stares back at me through the mirror and I look into the face of the one who’s secrets that could never be hidden from me, for they were always mine. I look into a playback stuck on repeat of all the things I always wanted to forget.
I see my old friends and my old school. The ones that would always send mixed messages. You mean the world to me. I will never leave you. If you left my life would be over. It turned into screaming cries of ugly, I wish you would leave, and you never meant anything to me. I fall on my knees and fall apart. They meant so much to me. Why was I so blind? I look up into the mirror at all the faces that I put trust into. I wasn’t a person to them. I was a thing that could be pushed and molded into anything that they wanted. I stand back up. I wasn’t going to be knocked down forever. They didn’t destroy me forever. I was stronger than all of this. The shy kid they knew was gone. I looked at them in the mirror with a renewed fire. I slowly reached out to the reflection and touched it with one finger and the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. The frame still remains but inside is no longer my reflection or the faces I used to know, but now a distant light. The pieces of the mirror still remain but they no longer matter to me. I stepped through the frame and I didn’t even look back. I’m the real me. They didn’t define me, they just made a shell that could be easily broken. The shame and guilt shattered with the glass. All distraction of this world no longer blinds me. That tiny light in the distance keeps me moving every day. It all comes down to one thing: How far are you willing to go to step through the mirror to reach the light in the distance? You decide. When will you step through?
I see my old friends and my old school. The ones that would always send mixed messages. You mean the world to me. I will never leave you. If you left my life would be over. It turned into screaming cries of ugly, I wish you would leave, and you never meant anything to me. I fall on my knees and fall apart. They meant so much to me. Why was I so blind? I look up into the mirror at all the faces that I put trust into. I wasn’t a person to them. I was a thing that could be pushed and molded into anything that they wanted. I stand back up. I wasn’t going to be knocked down forever. They didn’t destroy me forever. I was stronger than all of this. The shy kid they knew was gone. I looked at them in the mirror with a renewed fire. I slowly reached out to the reflection and touched it with one finger and the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. The frame still remains but inside is no longer my reflection or the faces I used to know, but now a distant light. The pieces of the mirror still remain but they no longer matter to me. I stepped through the frame and I didn’t even look back. I’m the real me. They didn’t define me, they just made a shell that could be easily broken. The shame and guilt shattered with the glass. All distraction of this world no longer blinds me. That tiny light in the distance keeps me moving every day. It all comes down to one thing: How far are you willing to go to step through the mirror to reach the light in the distance? You decide. When will you step through?