Originally written 13 November 2007
I often avoid mirrors. Im afraid they will show me what I don’t want to see.
You see, I’ve built this image in my head of what I look like. Im not who I really am, Im…better.
Voices stop feeding my thoughts. Its almost unbareable.
Slow motion, fast motion, any motion
These thoughts control me with vicious rhetoric. Tell me what to do, what to believe.
They used to float above my head. They would occasionally swoop down to penetrate my mind, but I would quickly duck away. I feel like I need them now, to breath, to walk, to love?
I will never trust myself, let alone anyone else. I guess thats the price you pay for letting the voices in.
These thoughts are not mine.