‪I don’t like the monster that is looking back at me,‬
‪I don’t like the monster that has been created by being hated,‬
‪The mirror is broken,‬
‪The figure has awoken,‬
‪This figure is heartbroken,‬
‪This figure is strange,‬
‪Deranged,‬
‪It’s not the same‬
‪This isn’t me,‬
‪I look down,‬
‪My hands are shaking,‬
‪From realising,‬
‪No it can’t be,‬
‪This isn’t me,‬
‪I refuse to believe.‬
‪How does it have my eyes?‬
‪It’s all a lie,‬
‪This ain’t me,‬
‪Pleasе don’t be.‬
‪The figure is damagеd,‬
‪It’s manic,‬
‪It’s eyes are like the Atlantic,‬
‪I see the sharks in its eyes,‬
‪With the aggressive tide,‬
‪The waves, ‬
‪It’s a similar place,‬
‪Tell me,‬
‪What monsters did you have to face?‬
‪How many times did you feel out of place?‬
‪The monster that is starting back,‬
‪Is me.‬
‪Because I’m still angry,‬
‪At everybody,‬
‪For mistreating me.‬