Over-Sharing in Chapter 2 : The Elle Era

My soul lies deep within, it burns with those red hot tears as it silently screams, can you hear that distant noise? That is my heart, it’s breaking. It doesn’t hurt so bad, not anymore. The pain is just a distant memory of what it once was to feel something other than how I feel now. The tears I cry, they sting, they are but little knives that slice my face. This ugly mutation that should never have been here, my reflection mocks me as I stare through the mirror. I wonder what is beyond the image of what should be, how I should be, I think I know but then I realise I don’t. How can I know, I don’t even know who I am. Those mocking voices in my head, they shout so loud when I need them most. Their hollow tones resonate within my mind, why shouldn’t I listen to them when they scream so loud?