Talking mirrors...

I have a friend with issues. She breaks down too easily and hates herself for who she is. She never talks on the right time, but she tries to keep a smile on her face. She thinks that alone its way to hard to do. Today she screamed at me, she raised her hands and fist and threw punches out into the nothing, into no one. Today she hated him. I know cause she told me, she said “I have a problem” and I nodded and looked back at her like I always do. She has a problem cause she openned herself way too fast, she could have avoided all of this, she didn't. She wasn’t happy, and she should have been; she complains too much and never takes a side. She could stay alone in room and feel lonely, and still it wouldn’t hurt her as much as being with her friends. She loves them so much and pretends to never notice when even for them she is too much. Too much of a burden, a bother, too silly and simple and …. She could go on and on, but then she feels like crying and trouble start again. She can’t really cry and she feels at her worst when she can’t. There is nothing more than a tear here or there, that’s all. Today she hated him so much. And she could have told him, she could have tried, she could have taken a side and done something. She could have raised her voice and said it aloud. She could have whispered that she was feeling, that she was stupid, that she cared more than she should. But he didn¡t looked at her, and all the things her eyes could have said where gone with a glimse of ice.
She could have yelled at him, demanded and answer on why he had walked. If only he hadn’t walked. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so broken and out of place. Maybe she would wake up tomorrow early; I know she’ll sleep more than she should. Maybe she won’t, maybe tomorrow she’ll wake up, look in the mirror at herself and see what I can see. She’s got issues, she knows…