Rotten

I smell something rotten. It comes from me I think. That foul smell. I reek of it. How or when it happened I have no idea but lately I've started noticing it. It's not the something that comes and goes. It lingers. No matter how hard I scrub, I can never get rid of it. Sometimes I wonder if it is the regret that i carry with me that has fermented and now turned rancid? Or if it is the disgust I feel whenever I look at myself which has morphed itself to haunt me? Is it the hatred that I feel for myself? I'm still not entirely sure on what it is. It might be something else. Who knows? All I know I that I have to stay with it, smell it, watch people scrunch their noses in absolute disgust as they pass me a look that I interpret as "I pity you, I never thought you would come to this, ever."