I am my own worst enemy
And so…
I constantly wound myself
But do not let myself heal

The mirror in which I look at my reflection
Tells me no lies
Every flaw
Every imperfection
Screams back at me
Louder than the screams of a hundred dying men

I know exactly what is wrong
I am unevolved

A lump of clay never molded to its proper form
An unfinished painting
A note, perhaps two, of what should have been a concerto

A human…creature…
…but one with only half a heart
and no soul