Looked through the mirror,
A melancholic reflection of me.
Chapped lips, nasolabial folds, crow's feet,
tear trough..,
I kept nagging myself.
Turned on the tap,
I used my hands to envelope the water.
I saw germs walking on my hands,
I wash my hands over a thousand times.
I walked out of the bathroom,
But I frowned: I stepped on a strand of hair.
Suddenly, it feels like a million ants walking
on my body- extremely uncomfortable,
I screamed in my mind.
I cannot stop myself from thinking:
Did I wash my clothes?
Did I boil water for tea?
Did I turn off the tap?
And more...
I am like an angry fugu,
Feel disgusted with life involuntarily.
It is killing me...