Splinter


She was running toward deception, a fake mirror of her desires.
He comfortably wore the gold mask and she decided to be blinded by it.

The girl knew that those feelings were a mere fa├žade, a way to escape pain and confusion.

He hurt her and she hurt who wanted to help.

The shallow mirror shattered, some its fragments still pierced in her skin.

Pretending to forget never heals. It only turns you into an easy prey and throw you in an unconscious circle of selfishness.