I can see it all.
Every moment.
I can see my dad leaving.
I can see the first time my mother hit me.
I can see my brother teaching me to ride a bike, and tie my shoes, and make a PB&J.
I can see my friends laughing.
I can see myself falling in love.
I can see myself hesitating, but thinking “no, it’s real”
I can see him destroy me.
I can see him break me down.
I can see us smiling to our friends.
I can see myself crumbling...
I reach out; desperate to help myself.
My hands pressed against this glass.
I’m stuck. In this box I’ve made myself.
I put these walls up to protect myself. It seemingly hurts worse than before.
Now I watch the destruction of the past. My past.
Unable to change it...
I watch from behind the mirror.