From the moment I contemplate my reflection, the mirror becomes more than just an object. It transforms into a distorted figure that inhabits my mind, reflecting not only the physical but echoing the tension it evokes in me.
My mirror is broken. It shatters my thoughts, cutting into me as if each glance could pierce my confidence. Everything feels heavier, more suffocating with each breath. That silent fear grows, embedding itself in me, as if every dark thought could tear me apart.