Staring in the mirror
Staring at my surface personality
The innocence that masks my futility
Traits that seem trustworthy, even faith worthy
The selfless smile in front of the selfish mind
The lethally deceiving sympathy for everyone
Raw hatred blossoms for what I was
For what I am
For what I will become
I punch the fucking thing
And end up with a fist filled with glass
Free Verse Poem: Punch Myself
