UglyUgly by Hachan320
My world is much like your own, filled with people going about their daily lives, not giving a care of others. I've seen it, it exists in my world too. On a different dimension through the mirror is my world opposite to yours. There are people who are beautiful outside but horrible on the inside and vise versa. Looks can be deceiving, in your world anyway. In my own world a persons body is as torn and mangled as their own soul. Much like myself. I hate myself, my world is black and white and my heart filled with darkness. I have hardly ever risen a blade to my own skin but a gash appears on my body each time my depression grows. Angry red marks litter my body but those are not frightening one bit, it is the small pale scars that line my face. Every time a tear is shed it leaves a scar in its wake, they dissolve over days but that is long enough to display my shame.
With a world like this it is hard to keep secrets but easy to find the liars. In the other world people can hide what they