When I look in the mirror, instead of me, I see a thousand different fogged-up faces screaming at me. I wish I could stop the worries in my brain that I know are not warranted most of the time, like everyone near me says. Borderline or on the spectrum, make up my mind, they will tell me all the time. But these labels my brain gave me, not my physical being. Why oh why do I get blamed for the mass sadness inside me? I get that I need to control my outer, but sometimes the inner cracks through. It happens to you to so why only hold it to me? Is it because I am younger and have a longer life than you, therefore, you view yourself as an authority? Or because you find yourself holier than though not getting proper help, thinking you healed yourself, but remaining bitter towards your own kin?