As I scrubbed my hands,
I stopped to look at the mirror.
It was quite some time
Before I realized it.
I rinsed my hands off.

I returned to that mirror.
Who was that staring back?
Was that truly me?
I bent closer to it,
Searching for something recognizable.

A tear painted my cheek.
Who was that thing?
It was a monster.
I tried to ****** it,
But it bathed in destruction.

It felt no shame,
For what it had done,
Was beautifully destructive.
But it could not feel.
None of the guilt was its own.

That divide separated them,
But they were not two.
They desperately desired
To be two, separated,
But they must coexist.

They battled everyday.
Barely, I maintain control.
However, there will be a day,
A day that I will lose.

That day will mark the end of my tale.