Meticulously embroidered, held together at the seams - pure, beautiful, untainted, wanted.
But the mirror glares and it screams - traces the scars and marks the imperfections.
"Don't you dare smash me... Don't you take me down," It derides, entwining itself into everything, carrying all the power.
The pills. The pills elicit unraveling but they lend moments of bliss and moments of ignorance where nothing can be apprehended and nothing can be identified.
Now there's no utterance and no agony but now there's no breathing either and finally, she finds that she's just a silhouette.
She's an impostor inside herself.
A/N- Well this is written for the Speed of Lightning Competition - we had to write an exactly 100 word drabble, and this is exactly 100, as hard as that was to manage! I hope you all like this, because I am really quite proud of it even though it's short. So, pretty please leave me a review? It would mean an awful lot to me :)