Corner

Sometimes, I wish I had a different body. The person I see in my head when I think about myself does not look like the person that looks back at me in the mirror. The girl I see in my head is small and skinny with long dark hair. She lives in the corner of an empty, dark room. Sometimes, she appears in a bright sunny field of long grasses when life seems to be going okay. But never do I think of myself in terms of this...monster I see in the mirror. Scars. Fat. Disproportionate. Ugly. Used.

Unwanted.

Lies

Never believe the image you see on the outside of a person, 99.9% of the time it is a lie. Like the way people outside of my family see us. One. Huge. Effing. Lie.

We're a mess. And falling apart. And I don't even know if it's worth the effort to try to find some glue.

Masks only seem to hide more masks

Is anyone real anymore? We all hide behind masks. It's disgusting. And Valentine's is just another mask. I hate it.

But the worst part? I don't want to see who some people are underneath their masks.