She looked into the empty voids of the mirror one last time. Caressing her lips, Mumbling Words came out staggering, embarrassed out of the body, “are they even mine?”. The evil reflection that stared at her from the other side snickered, mocking her rhetorical questions. Picking up the expensive lipstick in her trembling hands, she proceeded to twist the bottom, and raised it to her bare soft pink lips. A voice inside her whispered, “trying to please the people again?” questioning her decisions. Clouded by judgement of her own morals and principles; she stands tall, stays firm and screams out into the empty room, to the vile mirror, “I am only being my self, I am painting my own canvas, a canvas that was always beautiful and will still be beautiful with these layers.”
- w.p