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Four Glances

Tracy Blake

    I glanced into the mirror. My blue eyes flashed as I saw the demons I knew were there, but never really looked at before. I glanced into the mirror the first time. My name Angel, didn’t seem to fit with the horns I saw sticking out of my head. Is this how others saw me? If so why had no one told me? I reached up slowly to feel for the horns. But only the mirror saw them, they weren’t real. I glanced a second time into the mirror. This time I saw scars. Thousands of them covering every inch of my skin. Why hadn’t anyone told me how ugly I was? I pull my arms in front of my face. There was nothing, only smooth skin. It seemed only the mirror saw these too. A third time I glanced into the mirror. This time seeing more than one thing; the look of hate on my face, mixed with regret, sadness, and longing... could others see this? Was it apparent... the weight I carried with me everyday? My fourth and final glance only reflected back myself. As others saw me, with no flaws. Only the perfection in which I wanted them to see. Only myself, and the mirror, looked back at me with distain, and hatred.

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