Another day passed by as I stared at the mirror, my filthy screams escaped from my crying self, yearning for salvation, they once were innocent victims, concealed within my sanity until they broke free, and shattering it as the insanity was reborn. The madness turned my pure cries into a horrid laugh and my martyr tears were emptied and became apathetic ones. Grimacing into the mirror, I watched it crack and implode as the pieces cut my pale skin, using my competence of concealing, I endured the painless razors inside my skin, but there was a part of me, deep within still mourning for purification and I realized after I saw my reflected self on the shattered pieces, I’m the condemned!