Why do I have to feel this way. I look at my reflection in the mirror, but I don't see me. The eyes of the person I see are dark, and cold . My eyes were blue and full of love . I have changed not for the better, but for the worse. This isn't who I want to be, but sadly this is who I am. No matter how much I try to deny it I know what I have become. Look into my eyes can you not see that monster that ran from you wasn't really me. I'm sorry that I have changed the way that I have , but there is no turning back . I am a monster. I am a criminal. This is me .