Zozo's

Oh, it felt as if I were opening my eyes for the first time. I got up from the ground where I had my slumber. I noticed that I was standing amongst a crowd. I looked at everyone and everything around me: People looking at each other, Laughing at each other. I stood beside one group. I was immediately welcomed. I was shared many a thing— Shared thoughts, Shared words, Shared dreams, Shared fantasy. How stimulating. How interesting. How intriguing. I must speak up! And then, I opened my mouth to speak. And words came out. But as soon as they did, Everything changed. I saw their frowns, their disbelief, their disdain. It turned into sneers, glares, and just pure hatred. But all I wanted was to— Share my thoughts, Share my words, Share my dreams, Share my fantasy. I had the words, the excitement, the giddiness— Like a child excited to buy a cheap chocolate with the littlest coin. But I realized, All that came out of my mouth Was pure venom. Dark. Lethal. ...

My eyes are set  too set for their own good concentrated and inquisitive. A room surrounded by mirrors. I stood at the center And glanced at the parts of myself that those mirrors showed. I saw parts of myself— The ugly part, The beautiful part. I see—oh, wait. I took a step back, And I saw my whole apparition Showing themselves in those reflections from a distance. I see me, all of me. My ugliness and my beauty made me who I am, Who I am meant to be, Who I am destined to be. Although I do not believe in destiny, I wishfully and childishly hoped For the better parts of me to elevate. And yet, I find myself unable to look at myself from such a distanced perception. So, I once again got closer. I, yet again, found myself looking at one mirror at a time. My eyes could not look at every mirror at once. They had to be set on the singular. The perceived image of me began to be set On what I saw of myself— The hideous, The beauty, The hysterical, The sane, The...