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Shattered Glass

Contributed by Dreamer18 on Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The longer I stare the more I seem to take my true form. The hideous face revealed, but only to me. You see me and say, “No, that’s not true. You’re not ugly and you’re a sweet person.” But you’re not the one who has to look in the mirror and see what I see everyday do you? See all the ugliness inside…see the shattered hopes, the wounds cut deep into my heart. You continue to say no, but guess what? Mirrors don’t lie. They always show you the truth. It’s not always what you want to see but that’s just the way it is.
I close my eyes hoping to distort my image. But when I open them…I’m still there.
“Oh Mirror, Mirror. I wish you could lie to me and show me exactly what I want to see. Show me who I really want to be.”
But nnoooo; you just can’t. So I continue to stare at that hideous face…my face; that one behind the mask of happiness that I wear so often. Then a thought slowly creeps into my mind…and I slam my fists into that awful mirror. I laugh happily, almost insanely. I’m FREE! I no loner have to see…that world of truth is gone and I’m happy.
But then I look around in horror…the world of truth; the world behind the mirror is all around me now. As my laughter fades, the laughter of my true self grows louder. It engulfs me, suffocates me and I fall to the floor.
I know I can’t escape and it was foolish for me to try. I look down at the shattered glass and see thousands of images of me. I look into each piece of shattered glass with confusion…each piece of glass showing a shattered hope or dream; each piece of glass showing what I thought that I had let myself become.
Then ever so slowly the truth hits me!
The mirror WAS showing me what I wanted to see. What I had let myself believe for so long…and now sitting on the floor, looking into the tiny pieces of glass, I see my other forms; the many parts of me that I show to various people. I realize that I have ONE true form and that is the one that I am the happiest being. It just took me a long time to finally see that. It took the breaking of a mirror that shows you what you want to see that those dreams and hopes weren’t really all that devastating…they were only tiny pieces of shattered glass. And when its all over you see the truth…you see that it was painful but that it made you stronger.
Mirrors…funny things they are. Yes, very funny indeed. They do exactly what you want them to do. It’s just that half of the time people don’t see it.
Still sitting on the floor I pick up some shattered pieces of glass and put them together…slowly building up my dreams again. I look down and smile. Finally seeing the person who, all this time, I was too blind to see.





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Re: Shattered Glass (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 11:38:01 PM AEST
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That was really good and also very deep. Wonderfully written and so true.




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