I stand in front of my reflection.
Looking at who I am.
Arround me darkness,rain...
I study my face,I come to the conclusion that it's empty.
I'm empty.
My eyes are dark-brown, allmost black...orbs of darkness.
As they say the eyes are the reflection of the soul.
My soul is a dark smog ,circling,there's no way to see what's inside.
Like I said empty,my face,it's a face of an Asian person.
To be more precise a person from India.
My hair is thick and
black-brown.
Like my eyes.
Allot of people compliment me for my hair.
My hand is reaching for the mirror.
As I touch the cool surface I shiver.
It's cold,just like me.
Holding my hand against the mirror I look at myself.
She, me in the mirror she does the exact same thing.
the expression of the face in the mirror is changing.
It smiles, a beatifull smile.
Me in the mirror laughts like there's no end.
I hate it,...I hate her.
I say it, :I hate you.
She just laughts at me.
I whisper I hate you.
She acts like she didn't hear it.
I scream:I HATE YOU.
A moment of weakness,she lookes dangerously allmost lethal back at me.
Shrugges her shoulders and starts back with the laughter and the jokes.
I close my eyes and start massaging my temples
hearing the laughter and the innocent voice saying she's okey,
still with eyes closed I retreath my hand from the mirror,I allow my hand to form a fist.
I allow my anger to finally explode.
I open my eyes and lean backwards, My fist aimed at that stupid,idiotic,happy joyfull sad thing that pretends to be allright.
My fist meets the mirror, the glass breaks.
Me in the mirror finally meets my gaze,shocked but understanding.
The mirror falls into pieces.
My knuckles are bleeding.
the pieces cut my skin.
everyone in the room is shocked and I'm silently fixing the mirror.
scars on my hand,...humming to comfort myself ,a silent sonata...
*-B.L.O.O.D-*