In My Eyes
By evangelina
I stare into the mirrors that everyone places before me and my gaze drops instantly. I will never be able to look at my very own image anymore and I'm not sure why. To see myself looking back at me, is to see a reflection of something I abhor. How could anyone see anything in these eyes of mine anymore? If I ever get the gumption to look into that sad abyss, I can only watch as the pupils get larger and the color shimmers under the bathroom light. But where is the soul that used to live there? Where is the hint of laughter that could be seen without a voice? I can't see it there any longer and I can't find a way to stare into the cresting marble that sets in this frame. I will never look into these hideous eyes again. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 12:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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