I'm going mad.
I'm pacing back and forth in my room,
I'm grabbing my head with both hands,
Then putting them back down.
I walk directly to the mirror,
And I can see the tears in my eyes.
I scream at the person I see,
Then I punch the mirror and watch it shatter,
As it falls down slowly.
I'm going mad.
After I punch the mirror,
My hand is now cut up, dripping with blood,
And with all the thoughts in my head,
I can't even focus on one.
I'm gripping my head again,
And I begin tearing out my hair from my skin.
I don't even feel the pain,
Because my mind is pumping me full of adrenaline.
I'm going mad.
"Why?" you might ask.
Well aside from all my rampant thoughts,
I can't stand the person I am.
But you already knew that,
So now all the words I had to say are lost.
And now I just sit here,
Head mostly bald, blood covering me, as I press up and stain the wall.
Now I'm crying, and my mind is stuck in awe,
Because when I look at myself,
I can't even see myself at all.
I just see a monster,
A demon,
An insidious creature,
Something that shouldn't be allowed to live amongst us all.
