Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
There are so many faces. When I look in the mirror, who shall I be today? I do not see myself anymore; I have not since childhood. I felt small, scolded for who I was, and belittled for not comparing myself to my siblings. Abused and manipulated to believe the treatment was a way of life. I grew to hate them and myself. So much anger, so much pain. How can I function in life? In my most profound depth, I want to be a good person, but my hatred is greater. I can not hurt who hurt me. What would everyone think? Because I am a despicable person, only my abusers I have to fall back on. I pretend to be everyone I see. It makes me more interesting. I lost myself years ago. Neither my thoughts nor my emotions ever grow. So I pretend to be you to impress her. She is unaware this is your personality, which I am mimicking. She is falling in love with you, not me. Once I run out of things to say, I watch dating shows and YouTube to gather more personality. When s