I cannot see me, in this threatening mirror.

It is not me, no.

This is a window I can see through, a clear, transparent window, as the creature that is staring into my souls on the other side. That is not me.

I’m kind, sweet, full of of life, but this. This creature, who encaptures sweet innocent souls of the young, the colour red ignites from its bones.

This isn’t me. No,

I look in the mirror to admire myself, but what stared back is a happiness sucking monster.

I am not that, no.

Why is it staring at me. Stop it.

The creature who drinks me in with a evil smirk tugging at its thin lips, ignites on fire.

I draw my slender fingers quickly, awaiting its next move. It pulls away.

Roaring into the mirror, I pelt my fists at this dirty, untrustworthy mirror, this fake, horrendous mirror.

“GO AWAY”

all the energy has evaporated from my limp body, the fire had been killed, no longer slashing at the creature that beckons me to lean in closer.

I lean in,

Fear slowly being shot through my heart,

“ you are me”

“NO”

“ look at yourself. Your a monster”

No. No. No.

I slowly glance down at my once slender fingers, but now, now they are the same colour as hell. Blood slowly trickles against my rough skin, my eyelids now carry tons of sins,

I am now, who I am,

Who I’ve always been,

The creature staring back at me through the mirror.

The devil.