I look in the mirror yet I do not see me. I see someone with empty eyes, scars on her arms, and a blurred face. Other times I see a girl in perfect detail,from the gold ring around her pupil,to the chipped nail polish on her pointer finger. Yet,I feel as if she isn't me. She is a girl filled with self-hatred, sadness, and agony. A girl who is self-conscious, anxious, and angry. This girl is not me. She is an imposter, someone just inhabiting the same body as me, but not the same mind. Because deep down I know who I am.The real me is filled with love, happiness, and laughter. The real me is confident, kind, and lively.

I am not dead. I am like a phoenix and I have to believe that I will some day break these chains and rise from the ashes of my own self-destruction.