snow

i think it is okay to admit you were wrong. to realize that you are not okay. it never really went away. you screamed at the mirror when you were 5. look forward to the future. now just get through this wall. time. stop destroying the world. it is not out to get you. a heavy cloud of doom hovered above me today. it was there when i awoke. half asleep, i knew it had came. there is no going back or trying to sleep it off. push myself outside, into the crowds of people who i am sure are all staring at me. each hour that passes, something must be terribly wrong. i sit alone and quiet. time. in the bath, it slipped out my pores. it went into the water and down the drain. when i looked into the mirror, i was beautiful again. i didn't punch her or scream or even cry.