Ice Mask

Preface

Hiding in the back of my mind there drifts the never ending onslaught of words. They get louder and more persistent and I suddenly feel the ties of my resolve loosen. Giving in is after all so much easier then holding on to something that seems impossible.

How do you continue when your own mind seems like your worst enemy? Always throwing words in your face; weakling, coward, spineless.

Like mist, the words swirl around in my head, always there, trapped between the walls of my mind. I have now become my own worst enemy. People fade away around you until all that's left is empty memories. Painfully happy moments burned into your mind.

A gift people carelessly throw around at each other never bothering to think twice. Trust. How can you give it to someone knowing they will use it against you? Trust only deserves to be given to yourself. Then there's the fact that I have to stare at myself in the mirror every day, wondering if I can even trust myself.