Looking at myself

I am looking at myself a perfect looking glass

and it wasn't a pretty site

All I know is what I have been told by others

Which was all the evil things of this world

I was told many things...

I am a terror to behold by anyone

I was a mistake

As I remeber these truths...

I slash and shatter the Perfect Looking Glass

And as My Image fades away from view

and becomes A MONSTER...

A Demon inside...

The Hyde of Mr. Jekyll

Oh how I wish I could have changed that image.


But...What is Happening




This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741