I am quite lost.
Self loathing is my hobby, not a good one to socialize.

I see the sky blue- so does everyone else. Yet at the same time, they see me as another.

My mirror shows only the past to me- it shows that crushing truth.
You do as well- as do drawings of you, stories even.

You are so common... and we are so similar- though I am the monster.

I am not like you.
It hurts.