Monster.

Smiling but silently crying for help. Helping others yet I can't even help myself. 

Why , why can't I be happy? As I crawl back to this thing, and that thing is me. 

Myself , I have been so afraid to love, to open up , I have accumulated my anger 

and my hurt. I have created a monster, a monster that enjoys the pain of others.

A monster that's slowly killing itself because it's afraid to feel. A monster that

attracts negativity rather then positivity. I have created a thing rather than someone. 

Gaining to not feel a thing, it's draining my will to live, it's destroying my hapiness,

it's hurting those I love. As I stare myself in the mirror and see my reflection it's still

me, but my eyes were lifeless. As I try to embrace this so called me, I just can't

and I won't. I prefer to get hurt then become this

emotionless

monster.