My therapist asks me if I don't feel like myself.I say no. I feel like someone else. I have a demon inside my head,who tells me everyday I should be dead.Its scales are red with a dash of green. Symbolising my anger and self esteem.Black horns and blue eyes, to symbolise the darkness a vast ocean flowing inside.

I will never be left alone. It's always there. The before me is gone. I'm now just a clone,a doll, a puppet.I wanna break free but im afraid itsbehond me.

I wore a mask for a long time, for 6 years to be exact, didn't want to disappoint. Know one found out well my best friend knew she was the only one.I'm myself now but I'm starting to rethink that. Cause I'm an unlovable creature, an abomination, an anomaly of all creation.

Everything is not what it seems.Im happy on the surface but.......... I'm dying inside.
© Lia