Every time I look into a mirror I see a different me, like I'm looking into parallel worlds. I never told anyone because I understood why I saw a different me each time. Until now the time I decided to touch the mirror when I looked into it and was sucked into the other me's world. So when I looked back into the mirror I saw the normal me. I touched the mirror and it was solid. I was stuck, and no...

I see nothing. A vast empty void staring back at me. I want to go into it. I feel afraid and deferential to it. The void is like my father....

It can’t see, unfortunately.

The empty box it occupies is cold and pitch black, with not a single ray of light escaping.

Suddenly, the stomach turns warm, the hands damp from sweat.

Out of the darkness, large tendrils wrap around the hands, their wetness turning into a sticky web around the arms.

Soon, a giant blob of a scolding, tacky substance clings onto the back, spreading throughout the b...

When I look in the mirror I see

You

I see your blue eyes reflected in mine

I see your curly waves in the ringlets of my hair

I even see the same face shape

When I look In the mirror

All I can think of is you

We both have things in common

I got my love for nature from you

I got my need for adventure from you

And my love for country music from you

I even got my hate for mashed potatoes f...

…I see things I don’t want to see.

When I look in the mirror,

I see something I only wish I could be.

As I look in the mirror, I see visions of a life wasted. I see dreams that I could have achieved, but instead, I think back to my wasted days of procrastinating, making the wrong choice for education after high school, and scrolling through social media instead of doing, learning, and reading.

...

I look in the mirror. I see my past. When I look in the mirror, I see the monster I was, am. When I look into the mirror, I see what could have been.

I look in the mirror. I see missed opportunities. When I look in the mirror, I see those I have lost.

I look in the mirror. I see the future. I don’t want that future. I miss those who are gone. I look in the mirror....

Disgust.

I’ve grown familiar to this feeling over time, pure hatred at the reflection that looks back at me.

Why? Why do you apparently contain so much of my worth?

I’ve never agreed to this.

Why does your existence restrict me like this?

I wish to be perceived, just not as you.

I’m much more than you, you do NOT define me.

Why do other people fail to see that?

Why do I fail to see that?

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When I looked in the mirror for the first time since Grayson attacked me, I barely recognized the girl staring back. She had the same gray eyes framed by long lashes, the same long hair, and the same button nose. But the reflection wasn’t the girl I knew before that night.

I used to see myself as strong, resilient—especially after losing my entire family. But now, all I see is a broken shell...

i don’t know who i am or who my reflection is. i don’t what i like, and i don’t know what i don’t like. i don’t know what i love, and i don’t know what i hate. i know nothing about myself. i can’t even try to get to know myself, because who does that? like, “hi, nice to meet you, i’m you!” and then “nice to meet you too. i’m you!” that’s just weird.

i don’t have anything figured out in my life, b...

When I look in the mirror, I see the other side. I see a woman not with locks of dark hair, but with the horns of the devil and the eyes of a saint.

I do not fear it. I don’t know why. Tales tell us of demons that kill and take, that will grab your soul from your body and drag it down with them to the pits of hell. But when I let my eyes fall down on it, what should be my reflection, all I see i...