I am a disappointment. An accident, if you will. A constant reminder of a failed love. A constant burden on others. I am a child that doesn't know what it’s like to love others and let people in. I’m a monster that looked upon a close relatives death with cold, dry eyes. I’m a machine that constantly clicks between different personalities, getting lost in the lie of myself. I’m a lost soul swirling around in the light-less void of my mind, constantly looking for an escape. Whether it be through a pencil on paper or a hole in my head.

     The eyes are said to be windows to the body, giving people the ability to look into someone and see all the way to the core. I fear, however, that if someone were to look in they would see how shallow I am. No depth at all. You’d be able to see and You wouldn't like it. You wouldn't like Me. In fact, I know that You don’t. There is nothing desirable about Me. There isn't much to Me.   

     I am a silhouette trapped in a grey room. The walls, ceiling, and floor creeping in until finally I can’t breathe, I can’t move, and I’m trapped in this small room, but I've never felt this lost. Claustrophobia has never overtaken Me as much as it has in these moments. Then there it is. There is a slight ray of light being let in and it shows Me the way out. There is a door in this windowless room, that had not been there previously. The ray of light showed Me this secret  door out.

     That is where You emerge. You are able to escape this dreaded place and I envy You. You are now free to do whatever you please knowing you won’t be looked down upon, or at least You won’t pay it mind. How lucky You are, that a person would come along to unlock that room because anymore and I guarantee that I would have shattered the same way that glass shatters when it gets too cold or perhaps I would have collapsed in on my self as a star will, causing a supernova, finally being seen at my end. You made it out just in time. Don’t worry about Me. You’ll still hear from Me, I’ll always be a part of you. Somewhere hidden deep inside your mind. I’ll be the black patch on your soul as a constant reminder of what you once were.

Me.