The Me I've Created

Look at what I've done,
My horrible invention,
I can't run,
From self tormention.
I can't stand the sight,
Of my pale reflection,
I'm never right,
Too far from perfection.
Its terrible the thoughts,
That run through my mind,
The fights that can be fought,
The sorrow that can't be left behind.
The ugly marks,
That cover my heart,
In the dark,
They tear me apart.
The stains on my cheeks,
Proof of faded tears,
Show the times I've weeped,
Over all the years.
And when the sun sets,
Into the blood red sky,
I replay my regrets,
And all the times I've failed to try.
And with the break of day,
When the night is faded,
You will understand what I say,
When you meet the me I've created.