I think the cornerstones are cracking

I hate the person I have become because they are confident but not in the ways that I like and the music they make is starting to hurt my ears. Everytime they go to scratch that itch for a creative outlet, I bleed, and we can tell that others don't like it. The blunt gore-y nature of being alive. The gross reality of flesh. I hate the person in the mirror because I know he could do better, I know his potential and he still betrays me. He let's me down in ways I didn't know possible and now he has to face the consequences, even if only temporarily. I hate the person I sound like, because God do I know her well. I hear her everyday through microphones, and intercoms, and on late night TV. She is your favorite fantasy and she is ready to please. I hate the people I've come to name, the voices that match only one face. An array of people pretending to be me, most of them I've yet to meet. The awful reality behind the well behaved, the disdain held for uncomfortable things, the people I so dearly hate, the way I ignore when I know I'm going crazy.

"Do you have a hard time empathizing with people? Do you find it hard to make decisions? Do you feel close with those you choose to surround yourself with?"