Sadness Festering Madness
That person in the mirror,
Who does she think she is?
I see her smile,
And I hate her,
Because I know she's broken
(Unfixable).
She is the worst form of evil I know
Because her brokenness
Breaks others;
She breaks everything,
So destructive.
I want to destroy her.
She is a lie, a poison, a disease.
She is
me.