The Main Character

I hate the reflection that shares back at me each day. That guy is always judging me on everything. My appearance is too pudgy and pear-shaped, there are eye bags and wrinkles that increase in size. I despise everything that guy stands for. He shows me all except the emotion for this life. He’s not joyful, but neutral. He doesn’t see me struggle to peal myself out of bed without groaning, he doesn’t see when my pillow is damp from my tears, he doesn’t see when I crush the fork in a death-grip at meal times. I feel all the guilt and shame that he never does. I hate him. I can’t stand the guy, but I don’t know how to help him either.