I stare in the mirror and I see a monster staring back at me.
The once secure child finally showed its true self in that reflection.
I am afraid to show my true self in public.
Rejection laughs in my face and mocks me.
Everything else had beauty.
Even the smallest of things except me.
However I have learned,
It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not.
I do not want to put on mask.
I do not want fake beauty.
