Mirrors
As i look at my reflection in the mirror , the one in the bathroom that hangs on the wall by a hook who knows when it will fall and shatter. as i look in the reflection in the bathroom mirror , i think of when i was younger and the smiling face staring back at me was really truly happy. as i look at the reflection in the broken bathroom mirror i ask myself "when did i get here" when did i get to meeting the mother of all demons. as i look at the demon in the broken bathroom mirror i cry out to my savior who ever the hell you are please just come abd bring me out of this living hell. as i look at my knight and my demon dancing in beautiful each one fighting trying to defeat each other but both want different things; one wants to same me , one wamts to break me. as i look at a made up version of myself , my demon , my knight , all in my broken bathroom mirror. shattered in a hundred peices on the floor , both still fighting. one wants to free me. the other wants to break me til i am nothing but dust. i try to help my knight fight back i just hope that we win.
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I am a non-binary pan-sexual who goes by they/them pronouns. I love anying that has to do with art like drawing, writing, reading, music, and painting. I want to make a difference through my words even if it is just a small one. I want to change how this world is , change how it thinks. I speak for women rights , gay rights , trans rights , and everyone's rights. I speak up for the people who can't do it for their selves. I have a voice bigger than Mount Everest and I show that I do where ever i go. I speak for suicide prevention and try and help the people who self harm. I am me.
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