I buried my feelings a long time ago.

I didn’t mean to.

They just slipped through my fingers,

And now the rest of my life is following.

I have no control.

I can’t-

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t breathe.

I’m drowning in emptiness.

Yet my head is packed with thoughts.

Is there… no room for feelings?

Is that why?

I’m thinking so much I can’t think.

The things I think about…

It scares me.

I never thought I would be that girl.

She’s the one I hate in movies.

She’s the one I rant about in books.

She’s the one I truly hate,

The one I simply can’t stand.

She’s fictional.

But now she’s in the mirror.

And I live in her head.