Disclaimer: Characters aren't mentioned in this, but are in the summary. So for the sake of propriety-I don't own the Ducks. Or Adam Banks. Unfortunately.
Notes: Definite one-shot I'm afraid. It's kind of based on personal discovery, which probably shows just how troubled/twisted/demented/screwy I really am. But that's only if you're reading into my psychological state, which I wouldn't advise. I'd probably need to send a rescue party after you. ANYWAY, this is looking at Adam's thoughts on himself and his outlook on life. Let me know if you like it?
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Mirror Images
People tend not to believe things unless they can see them. Vision is confirmation of what every other sense is telling you…or is it? Do you trust a reflection, for example? It shows you an exact copy of yourself, repeats every movement and gives a fairly accurate representation of your image, but what you see is never the truth. When I look in a mirror, I see myself, obviously, but not as I am. All I see is a calm, passive teenager staring back at me, whole and undisturbed. Is this how people view me? Of course, because they are mirrors. They see the outside, the image projected to the public. It's very rare for a person to stop and consider the soul beneath, to wonder at the real personality. It's human nature to take things at face value, it would seem. People only look as far as the reflection. But they never see the truth.
If a mirror showed the true image, it would show the emotions of the soul. I would look into a mirror and see pain, tears, guilt…I would see me. As it is, I see a stranger impersonating me, lying to people about who and what he is…I see a deceiver. How many other people see this kind of image? Everyone. Whenever you look into the mirror, you perceive your image cosmetically. But how many times have you looked and found that the eyes blinking back at you are blank, as though they were staring at you from a photo? How many times have you been breaking up inside but glanced in a mirror and seen only a passive exterior? Do you understand now? The reflection is the lie, but it is the lie that we present to the people we see every day or the strangers we meet on the street. Are we the liars? Do we deliberately hide from each other? Is the image just the fault of our attempts to be what others want us to be?
I hide for reasons known only to myself, but no one realises. Again, because they never look deep enough. As a child I learned to keep my soul inside, buried so deeply that it would be impossible to find…is this why my reflection is fake? I couldn't say. Why does anybody show a fake reflection? Are our mirrors all broken, or do we just need to look past the glass and use our hearts to see, instead of our eyes? I prefer my projected image, but should I take others only at face value? Or should I see with my heart? Is it still possible, or have the lies damaged me?
Maybe everyone's damaged, broken beyond repair…