I've become someone with a imperfect body with a destructive mind
Someone who can't look themselves in the eye let alone anyone else
This mirror is showing a me who is older yet not wiser
For when I was a child I knew how to love myself
But that is just a lost talent now
I've learned that hate is one of the better emotions
Because it has a feeling, it is hot, it is scolding
Everything else seems to just be a halfhearted notion
A half smile that we all mirror when we don't know what else to do
We gained a talent to drive others into madness with just words
And we use it when we are hostile and scared
I have gained the ability to make a mask out of a half smile and a fake laugh
In order to allow others to do the same
It is a never ending circle we all share