Waking up and getting dressed, the mirror always shows my best. But thats not true is it? Not really no, i live in my head not the house on the corner or in my room on my bed, I live deep in thoughts and anxiety, depression and fears Wars and battles, fighting and yelling, crying and hurting, no one hears me when I try my best, they stare when I break and blame me for unwanted attention. Mother! I didnt want him to come onto me!! I didnt ask for that!! He's 20 im only 16!! I didnt want him to speak to me! Yet you asked me over and over what did i do to get his attention, what was it wearing, what was i saying, how was i looking at him? I was ignoring him Mother! This is why the mirror of my mind that reflects the world is broken shattered cracked. I pick up the pieces and cut my hands. Dont stop, fix what people dont see so they wont get suspicious of me. That happened last month, it gave me flash backs to two years ago getting molested by my cousin,it gave me flash back to being abused by my uncle, and being raped in a hospital, it gave me flashbacks on how my no means nothing to someone who was never told no before. Im sorry mom if you think its my fault. You told me you were molested as well, when you were a kid, I dont think you understand what rape means in this generation Mother, you dont understand me, no one does. My mirror is cracked, I stopped eating, I slit my wrist again, I started closing off, you ask me what made me this way. You dont understand me like the blade on my wrist does. Im cracked and hoping you see, but all you do is turn the other way, mom i need you but you dont understand, mom IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE HELP ME FIX MY MIRROR!!!