Writing

I look in the mirror and see a monster. My first instinct is to blame the mirror. How dare he deform reality ! It is vile and very, very cruel treachery ! But, after an inspection of said mirror, I realized that he was not guilty of the crime I accused him of committing. I look in the mirror and see a monster. Maybe the reason why I see a monster is because I am one. But if it really is the case, why do I receive so much love from the people in my life ? Aren't monsters supposed to be unlovable and isolated from the world ? I look in the mirror and see a boy with puffy red eyes. I can only blame my mind for the monsters I see in broad daylight.