What's a secret?



...a burden you hide within yourself, to keep an image, a reputation. But a glance in the mirror, and you see the horrible truth. Every secret you keep, every lie you made, etched into the mirroring glass. There's no running, you just fill the empty space of your body with every burden.



And that just kills. Slowly...



I used to believe in fantasies of Hollywood romance, finding your one true, people that have your back, a family with perfections that you adore. But that's false. Love, is seeing the imperfections of someone. Friendship, is heated rilvary. And the perfect family? That's just looking through the windows of the home. No one but you knows what goes on inside.



From the start, you're given a deck of cards. Whether they are a good hand or bad, it's your choice. Do you throw them away? Or deal with them. Each turn of a card, decides your next path. You can always pass and try again. But you can never fold, for a second chance. Poker? A life's game.



We all burn our tongues telling lies, tear apart our minds keeping secrets. All of those things kept in, tear at your teeth and lips to say. But that image...while you stare at the true you in the reflection, just seems to not want to live. The true you has to show someday. And when it does? You can just hope someone will catch you when you fall.



Or do we not believe in that anymore? So many times, you scrape your hands and knees from every fall of your mistake. Look at your reflection, watching back at you. Every shard of glass pieced together, every light that reflects, just displays yourself, exposed, revealed. And yet no one is watching.



Stop pretending that you're someone else. That should be a disgusting crime. The fucking rule they call copying, the highest form of flattery, is just sick. I don't buy it. We all try to be something we're not. Ignorance isn't sin. It's forgiven, sometimes.



When will we stop telling lies and hiding our secrets within each others trust? When will the reflection in our mirrors finally refuse to hide any more? When will my tongue be healed of every lie, my mind sewn from every secret that was shared?



When...?