Continuing on the theme of anxiety and this idea that anxiety can create a split within the mind I wanted to focus more on the actual division itself. While Glass is a look at me looking back onto myself this is more of what I imagine an outsider’s perspective is. I don’t know any different so I just exist as I am while my brain leaks out. Other people can tell that something is off, however, there is no change either way because I don’t know how to be better and I won’t let anyone in enough for them to help me. It’s a vicious cycle leaving me in two minds.