I stare at my reflection, not knowing who I am.
I walk, imagining the world in blood shed.
My mind screams.
My eyes turn everything I see red.
People who in my mind worthless in a puddle of blood.
Your reflection is different.
You see the good.
I see the bad.
I see the truth.
You see the lie.
I see the horrors of the world.
Where everything is not perfect.
Where bodies of the people like me lie, dead.