am i the monster?
or the monster in me?
am i truly that horrible?
or just what you want me to see?

the gaze staring back is empty,
the irises hollow,
my heart aches,
full of sorrow.

who am i?
worthless?
pathetic?
hopeless?

do i deserve help?
or to lay numb,
drowned by life and fear.
what's left for me: glum.