A Different Person

It's funny when looking in the mirror,
Cuz looking back could never be me,
Many years of morphing,
Drifting away from who I could be.

A different person lies under my skin,
Something I don't recognize,
My blood starts to boil and my skin starts to crawl,
And I know it's not me behind these eyes.

Wherever I walk, the air draws cold,
I'm filled with hate and my feelings are numb,
I can't control the rage within,
I'm caught in a war and I'm not gonna win.

Lights flicker out, engulfed in dark,
And with the gleaming shine my sole rips apart,
The fire in my chest is to great too resist,
My eyes gleam red, How have I become this?