I see my face in the mirror
I see my reflection on the glass
And everytime I do, I am more and more disgusted by the image staring back at me
What I see is a manifestation of the demons that hunt me, slowly eating away my skin, leaving nothing but blood and bone
I am nothing but a wrapper, easily discarded once it has ceased to be useful
I am empty space
I cannot be filled anymore for the walls are too thin
My pores easily sweat the feelings I once held so dear, and all that's left is the cold air of emptiness
The last of me has evaporated to fly away with the wind
I am dread
I am pain
I've become what I once loathed
I am dead weight slowing myself down
I am the pebble in my own shoe
I am here and gone
I am not