Out of Sight, Out of Mind

It's funny how your soul heals when not being battered by the sight of failure...

The mirrors are covered, the puddles in the streets are avoided, and the glass windows in the shops are ignored at all costs. THIS is my kind of healing, mentally, physically, spiritually. This is how I try to live, how I try to pull myself from the pit of despair and just accept the basic principles of my life. I am not like you, in every way shape or form. I am unclean, dirty, unworthy of being normal. I may have fought and won round one but the memory still lingers on. Balance is only a state of mind, that can be shattered in so many different ways. But I look and see only the scars of the first round, see only the scars of what I fought for. More are to come. Funny how scars have the ability to show us that the past was real, and always will be. But I put that in the back of my mind, the back of the brain and realize that it can't be ignored because everything I do, everywhere I go if I look in the reflection I see there is sadness there and I am confronted with the reality of my life, what I will have to deal with now and forever. Funny how the worst battles are fought from within, and people don't see that, hell they wouldn't even dream of it. They have no idea because seeing is believing, and if you don't see, you don't know...