Parallel Universe

I stare at the empty eyes in the mirror. She’s screaming for help, but I can’t seem to get anyone to help her. I apply the makeup; the stuff I’ve spent nearly all my babysitting money on. I curl the hair; burning myself repeatedly, but feeling no pain. I change the outfit; it’s uncomfortable and it gets me the unwanted compliments that feed my insecurities. One final look in the mirror and the empty eyes are still there, but the body surrounding them are ready for the day, excited about hanging out with lifelong friends, and desperate for acceptance.