I'm not unhappy, I'm just done. The 'good teen' everybody wants me to be. I look at myself, face splotched red in sadness. My emotions swirled around like a smoothie in a blender, pouring out of my heart and hands. I see myself reflected, my stony face nearly shattered, feeling empty and lost. The signs are hidden. I make all the right turns, the left ones too, but inside it speaks. My soul is splitting, collapsing on me. Dawn will never come. I prepare to hide in the dark, mentally removing tiles, like a prisoner without any chains. I look at myself, like a cracked glass. I feel like I can't escape.