Addressing the illusion

When I look at her, I see a foggy haze. So full of potential but carrying a heavy weight. So I start asking questions to try to help her. Are you pregnant? Why do you look so downtrodden? No response. Well, how do we have a conversation if you refuse to speak to me? Still no response, just a blank stare. What is wrong with you woman? Your hair is all tangled up, your eyes bloodshot and only you know the reason why. You walk around like you don't care, all happy and whatnot. But I could see you. The real you. The part that you don't want anyone else to see. So tell me, what's your problem? She still looks at me with, a blank stare no response. Are you deaf? Can you not hear me speaking? I'm talking very loud so you must hear me. At this point, I'm getting irritated because I'm trying to help her but she refuses to talk about it. Why are you muted? I look at her and she still says nothing. At this moment, I'm full of rage, thinking I can't help her unless she talks to me. I say to her, how do you expect to heal if you don't open up? Still no response. So in my anger, I hit her. After I hit her, I realized I had cut my hand. I say in my mind, serves her right for not opening up when I'm trying to help. Fresh blood trickled in the bathroom sink. I look up and wake up from my illusion, and realize I had hit the mirror.....to be continued🌹

Illusion: 

something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality...

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