[ WP ] You look at your smiling reflection in a mirror . You are n't smiling .

I looked at my smiling reflection. but I was n't smiling, I was torn apart on the inside from despair from the mirror's constant smiles. But today I had a plan to make it understand my frown. That is why I smiled. 
 
 I knew the mirror had to be destroyed. It told lies about my current state. My face was telling lies about me as well. Everyone had always commented on my joyful exterior. Everyone had to be destroyed. I punched the mirror, one smile turned into thousands. Thousands of lies, I laughed and stepped on the new smiles. A totally joyless laugh at the joy of being joyless. The smiles turned into mirthful faces, telling new lies. 
 
 I stuffed the smiles into my smile, the shards crunching comfortably into the cavity. People would comment again on my smile, I knew they would, they always do. But now I could fire blasts of shards. They'd never see it coming. 
 
 `` Hey bob, you seem happy, as you usually do'', they'd say. 
 
 `` Mouthshards! ``, I'd reply. 
 
 `` oh dear, my face has been torn apart by glass shards. Good thing you're still so happy to balance out my pain'' 
 
 I cursed the imaginary man. He still did n't get it. A whole face full of shards and he still did n't understand my pain. Why did n't he get that it hurt to have a face full of glass as I did? Why did n't he get that the face full of glass was a metaphor for life? 
 
 I spat curses and glass at the thought of this man and his reaction to the shards. Soon my face was empty as my soul. I smiled, at last things were as they should be. The shards smiled back, but I was n't smiling and they should have known that. 
 
 I was filled with despair once again, mirrors just never understand. 
 

