Scared Of My Own Image Song Novels & Stories

I wasn't scared, I didn't get scared of anyone else. There was only one creature on this planet that horrified the shit outta me. I got to my feet and looked in the mirror, the reflection was that of what terrified me down to my bones. I smoothed back my hair a bit and fixed the collar of my button down shirt. You can do this. You don't have a choice.

Then, I closed my eyes really tight, not listening to your questions where you keep repeating the same thing you've asked earlier. Geeze. I could feel my eyes watering for no reason. Wait, no. Perhaps, there is a reason, but just like the usual coward thoughts, I am too scared to think of it. I am too scared to accept it if what was inside my head is what is really happening. I am too scared that the person whom the singer had dedicated this song with is similar with you. No, I can't and I don't want to. Ever.

That stems from when everyone thought of me as only a stupid fairy; some parts of me still have that fear of ridicule. "Go ahead and tell them what you think," Jessi says, taking my hand. She knows how I feel and always pushes me to be more outgoing with my ideas and views. It's scary even for someone like me. I make songs that make people uncomfortable, and I can make people wish they never met me, but talking in front of a group of people can make me want to vomit when it's regarding important matters. Picturing them all naked doesn't help either. I'm too distracted by the size of the men's penises and wondering if what I'm picturing is accurate. Although you already know Jock's is the big

'In the middle of the night … In my dreams … you should see the things we do…" The words resonate in my ears as the song plays … and it is a beautiful tranquil sound. Another wave of calmness and power blasts through me. And the words somehow are so befitting. Like this is the first time I let myself show what Morganite ignites within me. Even though nobody can see it to the full extent, my strength and capability are on full display. My dreams are also something I have been scared to accept…. But I'm ready… so much of my fears are slowly starting to fade, and at this moment, I hold no fear… especially for a man like Justin. I also know I now have about 1 min and 35 sec left before the song

“I thought as much.” Tears push to the surface and I close my eyes before Calum notices. I want to claw out his eye and feed it to him. I want to hurt him. He is not allowed to treat me like this because he’s older. “I need you to sing it for me. Right here. Right now.” His voice is close, a whisper on my skin. I hug myself tight. “The first and second stanza.” Because I am scared and worried about the wrong things, I fuck up the lyrics and sing off beat. His breath warms my nose, my lips. Why is he so close?

Suddenly, I laughed—loud and uncontrollably. My laughter stunned everyone. Wendy bristled, unsettled by the sound. Her face twisted with shame-fueled anger. "What are you laughing at?!" she roared, her voice distorted by rage. "You gold-digger! If not for our family, you wouldn't even eat—what right do you have to laugh?!" I slowly stopped laughing, my expression going eerily calm. "I'm laughing," I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure."

“I want you to listen.” The music swells, filling the car, vibrating through the seats, the windows, my ribs. I don’t even realize I’m singing at first — until the words are already out of me, every line memorized, etched into muscle and memory. ‘Hmm, yeah … Mirrors they never lie … Don’t see myself inside … Why can’t I get it right? I don’t know … You’re always watching me fall … Shadows, they like my wall … Why do I feel so small?

through my determination. She was scared of me. ---

"When I look at the mirror, I like what I see, I see a bad bitch looking back at me," Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered how I sang Princess Vitarah's song with so much pride, bragging about my glowing skin and curvy figure. If only I knew, If only I knew. I could spend hours looking at the mirror, applying my skincare routine, but I barely saw the mirror saw in the cell and the only thing that gave my reflection was a pool of still water. Looking at the mirror was what I detest most as I was afraid of my image.

And I am scared, scared of the truth, scared of the real, scared of it all, scared of me, scared of what I know, scared of what I feel, scared of what I know and feel. And Lucas stays, Lucas stays, and I drive, and I drive, and I drive, and I go, and I go, and I go, and Lucas stays. And it is real, and it is real. It is real.