Dear Me, 

The everyday mirror I barely glance at in the restroom, or the reflective windows on buildings I walk by and look the other direction, I'm scared to confront who I truly am. This flesh I wear full of scars, in and out, is whom I wish I wasn't any part of. However, as the Egg Theory conveys, if I was someone else who I met and found out that I have over a dozen scars on their body, I would listen to what they had to say and hear their fascinating story of this person who's kidney was havested at birth to the black market. My heart would skips of a few beats as I hear they have been through medical trauma, contiune to deal with abusive parents, verbal now and physical in the past. Oh how I would go to my loved ones and whisper that I met this random petite girl at a cafe, both of us waiting in the long line for expensive coffe. She contiuned telling her story and her tone stays even when she talks about the diffucult parts of her life. If you look behind the hurt eyes and past the conflicted gaze, I saw a wonderful warrior in front of me who is conquearing a battle all by themself.

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The reason I'm scared to look at my self-reflection is because I see a soul contiuning to fight a long war within my thoughts, agonizingly ripping out bullets and arrows from this beaten back and move on from the horrideous past. I'm afraid to finally realize I've been trhough so much and finally let my inner child weep and mourn from the betray and pain we have been through. 

So, I'll contiune to look away from the mirror and reflective buildings, letting myself percieve myself as most people see my outer shell...feeling safer to hide my innerself in the dark and continuously wearing the mask in front of my true self.