i want to rearrange all my characteristics. mirrors scare me. always running from who i call myself. night terrors wake me from slumber, i sit as my chest pounds. what’s taking me to another dimension in which i am a monster? i’m breathing again, still. my thoughts are eerie. i catch people staring at me, i can imagine they see the person i’m scared of. not always but often i wonder if i could cease. i mean lets face it, don’t you?
— gwa
