me

chapter one of " Myself, through the looking glass"

Chapter one

How long has it been now? 

When was it the last time I've seen you smile? 

Your face is always plastered with pain and doubt. 

What's wrong, dear?

Just smile, show off your pearly whites.

Even if it's fake and forced. 

No one can tell the difference.

You're just another trophy on the wall, for the world to see. 

You are not your own. 

You, cannot change.