I looked in the mirror. All I saw staring back was this beast. I see this monster. This evil creature I'd become. I watch the tears roll down my face, and I just look so much uglier. "How do I fight you?!" I shout. I look so small. I'm weak. I can't handle my thoughts, emotions. I can barely lift an eight pound weight well. I'm puny. I am useless in school. I feel unloved by near everyone. I can't stand this creature in the mirror. I can't be weak anymore.
I tilt the chair
My feet dangle and kick
And just as the world fades, I see that this made me weaker than I was before. I never could be strong. How ironic.