Some days I look in the mirror and the image I see staring back at me is not the same image that everyone else sees.
They see smiles and sunshine. I see pain and stormy nights. Which of these is the true me? The one who feeds off the sunshine growing stronger? Or the one that the dark shadows creep slowly towards with night’s dawn snaking fingers reaching to ensnare me?
Tears feed the nightmare.
****This is fiction.****