The Mirror

We all walk with masks covering up who we are, showing those who are around us the person we want them to believe to be the real us. We all hide a part of us that even those who are close to us don’t see, it our truth. It’s the sinner, the weak, evil, pure child, it’s who we are. The person you only see as you look through that mirror hanging on your bedrooms wall.

So how many of you can actually face that reflection looking back at you, could you face it with who you are today, or even face it with your past, could you even face it with the person you’re trying to become, with that path you’re walking through.

Could you face yourself, could you look into your own eyes and be proud of the person looking back at you.

I’m not saying that you should show the people around you that person hiding inside; I’m just asking if you could admit that this person does exist.

That reflection looking back at you is the only one who knows all about you; it’s the you that was with you through every moment of pain. When I say every moment of pain, I don’t just mean the scars you have but the ones you caused too.

You’re the only one who knows who was hurt by you, by the harsh words you said to them, or even when you neglected them. You were there when those scars were made, and even if you had a reason to hurt, that don’t change the fact that they felt that pain because of you.

You too have been hurt haven’t you, though sometimes you hide those scars but you still know they exist. You may act like you’ve never been hurt, and you don’t know the meaning of pain, though you bleed when you’re alone from an aching pain. You hide those scars with that make-up of fake emotions, but once you look through the mirror you see every little scar. They aren’t visible to anyone but you. That sometimes drives you away from your reflection, because you can’t face yourself with the pain that accompanies those scars. It’s as though every time you look at one of those scars a video plays in your mind, with every detail of that incident that left you with that scar.

That’s not the only thing that you hide, sometimes it’s a part of who you are that only your reflection knows, those personal traits that you lock up for some reason. You may be sometimes a sweet and kind person but for a reason, usually because you’re scared that people would take these traits as you being a weak person. So you mask them with a tough mean attitude, but again you know that’s not the true you.

You even sometimes wear the mask of an innocent person who knows nothing about the world, just to stay out of situations you don’t wanna face, so you act like you don’t know anything about it, and pretend not to understand what’s going on around you, just not to be pulled into a situation you don’t wanna be a part of.

You usually mask  a part of who you are just to be able to adapt  with the world you’re living in, either by masking a bad trait in you like being ( high-tempered, jealous, dependent, having a low self-esteem ). Or by masking good traits that the world today doesn’t appreciate and understand like being ( pure, shy, innocent ,  caring, protective of people around you).

So I think we can conclude that your reflection is the only one that truly knows who you are, so why do we keep running away from it, why are we so scared to face ourselves. Is it because we are scared to admit to ourselves that we are that person in the reflection, we’re scared to see our scars, and those undropped stoned tears filling our eyes. Why are we that scared from the only person who won’t judge us, is it because we know that whatever is said or thought by that reflection is a fact, because it’s not an opinion of a by stander, it’s the fact though by you.

So let me ask you this question again. Can you stand in front of your bedroom mirror and face yourself with who you are, with what you’ve done, and with where you’re going??

Will you be able to face the real you, when you look back at you??
Are you still scared to look at yourself and see your hidden scars??
Could you say you are Proud of Who You Are??

Hanaa Al-Gawish