My Prison...

I force myself to stare once more at the mirror. The mirror was noting special, was a simple oval in shape and crudely framed in wood.

Through my dull eyes, i stare out once more, at the broken body I am trapped within. This body, my prison, seem sto be 'normal', if you discount the scars, that cover my body, and the glasses that are nopt only the bars of my cage but shield the world from me. When I lower the shield, the world starts to go blurry around the edges, as though i'm submerged in water, and people start to panic...