Behind The Mask
Some days, when I look into the mirror, I can't see myself. All I see is a monster, idle and emotionless, staring blankly at me. Her hair sticks out in all directions, dried tears paint her face, her eyes are wide open in shock. This mirror on the wall, reflecting a monster back at me, tells me who's the most worthless of them all - me. It's always me. Everyone else has some worth - my boyfriend has his talented writing skills, my best friend has her caring attitude, that one guy in my maths class has the mind of Einstein. What am I? I'm shit at everything I do, I can sometimes be a selfish bitch that begs for help, my intelligence is mediocre at best.
The world gives me such high expectations, yet they don't realise how hard it is to truly keep that reputation and standard. On dark days like today, I put on the mask of happiness and beauty, which conceals the hideous, dull looks on my face. Everyone can see the cheerful, beautiful girl that they expect on a daily basis.