Do you see me?
Look. I said LOOK.
See these scars? SEE THEM?
Yeah, they're one of the many souvenirs from you.
Don't turn away disgusted. You caused this. You did.
Do you hear those insults? Do you? Everyone shuns me now. They always did.
Do you hear them laugh at me? Do you? They laugh because I'm not good enough. Because I will never fit in. They laugh because I was stupid enough to think I could be like them.
Do you want to know something? I hate you. I hate you! You worthless sack of crap! You will never amount to anything! Go roll over and die already! DIE! Why was I even born! Do you care? Well do you?
No. No. No.
You're just a reflection, and I'm just an image of my insanity.
I can't decide who I hate more.
The girl in the beautiful glass...
Or...
ME.
