#144

[Source: Cupcake's Blog]

I'm standing in front of her. She's looking at me.
Her eyes are empty, her skin is pale.
She looks so tired and done.
We're standing silently in front of each other.
I look at her.
She looks at me.
She disgusts me. She's disgusting.
I insult her, I scream at her.
She's so ugly, so disgusting.
She's not lovable, not a little.
A tear is running down her face.
But I don't care.
Shall she cry.
I want to go away from her,
want to push her away.
I'm stretching my hand out
and everything I feel is the cold mirror
in front of whom I'm standing.