The Reality Of You

NOW, look in the mirror, close your eyes and open them after a count of three. If you ever thought you were beautiful, you will see the real you. You aren’t beautiful, your skin is grey and rooting, your eyes are red and empty, there is black ink pooling where you should be crying, your hands are covered in blood from how much you hurt those around you. Your nails are sharp and cruel, as are your teeth but your teeth are rotten and your tongue is black and forked. You are evil. You are vile. You don’t deserve kindness. People don’t fear you, or respect you. They hate you and want you dead for what you have done. You are disgusting, your skin is rotten and a distinct smell of damp rot surrounds out. Whenever you step close to someone, you fill them with coldness and sadness, they pity you. You are hatred and misery. You bully those around you, you make them hurt but you are blind to it. You are worthless and yet, everyone has experienced you before. We encounter you everywhere we go and we feel sadness.

Look in the mirror. What do you see? You see you, but you are different. Your skin is full of light, your eyes pure white with liquid silver streaming through, your lips full and red with life, your hair dark and lush. Your cheeks are rosy and soft, your lips curled into a constant smile, your smile is perfect just like you. You look again behind you and you see her, that cold, grey horrible version of you. That’s the real you, she reaches out and sinks those vile nails into your shoulder and drags you away from the mirror, you look down and see your bleeding. Your blood is pure and gold, it smells of honey and flowers, sweet and true. You look into those red eyes and scream softly as those claws sink into your jaw and force your mouth open. She turns to a vapour and slides down your throat, a burning sensation runs through you as the vapour trickles through your system. You barely put up a fight when you come to a realisation, this cruel vile you seems right. She is the real you and hatred, pain and anger seem to fix all. You look in the mirror and see that grey rotting skin. All that’s left of your former purity are your white silver eyes, but even those are being tainted as you look, turning a grim red as you watch. Your tears turn from gold to black and you realise what you have become. You are the monster who hurt your friends, your family and everyone around you. Your purity was just putting up a small fight to try and stop you, but you didn’t care.

You are vile, you are a monster and you are whats wrong with this world. You are what pollutes those around you, you kill off purity, devour it and snuff out the good in people. You are all I have to beat. Death doesn’t want you. No one does.