I hide in the shadows, afraid of seeing my own reflection. Unsure and scared of my own sense of direction, I wonder aimlessly. Stumbling over possibilities to get better; I like the thrill of a downward spiraling dive. A depressive mess of creativity, I know this isn’t the way it is suppose to be, but I like the darkness that surrounds me. I started living when I learned how to die, and found something inside me I had never seen before. I saw this beast of a creature, this astounding force of nature; I knew then, what all a human could become. What all we can cause to happen, just by a simple action or word; I began to dissect this monster, find it’s weak and strong points, and play them to my own advantage. This is when I found my strength in a so called weakness, and stepping out of my shadow…I became, the monster.