Underneath it All

Glancing to the old tarnished mirror on the right she notices the water slowly dripping down from the leaky faucet, falling cleanly and sending tiny ripples throughout the sink. Daringly, she looks up to take a peak, but freezes when she realizes this is the first time; the first time she sees herself through an outsiders eyes. Ignoring everything that goes on inside her—the consistent pressure on herself which fill her with anxiety, stress, and worry. She tries with all of her will to stop her little movements, the problem that seem unstoppable and controlling on her life but it happens all too quick, all too familiar. NO. She pushes those thoughts to the back of her cluttered mind and sees this— soft brown hair draping past her shoulders with little waves, believing she looks disheveled and messy but to others effortlessly beautiful; her eyes most commonly seen as dark brown. But isn’t this the problem? They notice the shallow elements such as her hair, the color of her eyes, they don’t see her for who she is because if they did they would notice the little things— When looked at intently under the lights, you can see the rim of her bold eyes are a dark green. How those rich dark chocolate eyes want to defer to crying because they replete with a heavy weight. From the surface she is a hard working student, getting good grades and stays out of trouble. But do they see her for who she is? What she deals with everyday? NO. They don’t see the weights of stress suppressing her each and every morning; the worry that hangs on her shoulders so burdensome it hurts to hold them up. Withhold your tears. you do not want to cry in front of them. Consuming her thoughts and controlling her movements. Mind working in overdrive to try to not feel worthless.