When I look into the Mirror,
What is it that I See?
The most judgmental eyes I Know,
Glaring harshly back at Me.

It's a gaze that is so Hateful,
I find I must look Away.
And looking back I Notice
A feeling my eyes Convey.

Amidst this deep brown Stare,
Lurks something I want Gone.
It's been locked away for Years,
But my memories it will always Haunt.

It preys upon my Mind,
And torments my very Soul.
It devoured my very Heart,
And made a home out of the Hole.

And there it forever Lies,
Deep within my Chest.
And because of this dark Creature,
My mind will never Rest.

It feeds upon the good Times,
And makes them Disappear.
I'm so sick of this **** Monster,
That psychology labels as Fear.

Fear is the demon that I Hide;
That I keep from public View.
But when I'm left Alone,
My body is what Fear Consumes.

Fear makes it hard to Trust,
And even harder to Care.
It leaves me constantly Thinking,
That they'll never really be There.

It programs into my Mind,
That optimism is just a Waste.
Pessimism is what Fear Births,
Creating a dark and desolate Place.

Once you've seen this Beast,
That keeps me so Afraid,
My mask will be Removed;
You'll see the end of my Charade.

This fear is crippling Me,
From moving on in Time.
But perhaps it is a Hero,
That saved my broken Mind.

But one day I'll finally Escape,
This life that Fear Bestowed.
And maybe I'll know what it's Like,
To enjoy this tragic Show.