Endless Rain and Skeleton: My Face, Their Opinion

After a grueling lecture in the mirror earlier, the skull finally stopped resisting. He could only answer, frozen in the pouring rain that wouldn't let up.

The wrinkles he hated and the expectations he failed to meet. Trapped in the rain, trapped in the mirror, and forever trapped in the opinions of others.

Damn mirror, maybe tomorrow he should put duct tape on it.