Emotional Suidcide

It seems as though every time I look in the mirror I see a different person looking back at me.

Sometimes that person seems beautiful,

most of the time however the person I see is annoying,

intolerable,

frightening,

ugly,

and pathetic.

I see so many things that I have been,

so many more things that I could have been.

So much I have poured down the drain just to induce the tears

and regrets that seem to feed some kind of fucked up craving in me;

a repetitious emotional suicide.