Zaylee Riddle

In The Mirror

Today I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the face staring back at me. Eyes that once were bright, we’re bleak—vacant of the liveliness they once held. The smile lines I once complained about, had almost disappeared; not from fillers or treatments—but, because along the way I had forgotten how to smile...how to laugh. Long gone was the girl I used to be—fun, silly, energetic, playful. That girl was gone. In her place stood a body whose light had faded. A mere corpse. A shell of a human. A soul filled with hate. A body that burned with an anger so strong—it burned everything and everyone in its path; left behind were the ashes of those she loved most.