The mirror

When I inspect myself in the mirror, besides the countless scars upon my body  due to my self destructive nature, I see numerous faces.  I see a dumb motherfucker who is unable to efficiently complete a single task on time, without assistance, or remember a single detail of importance.  Sometimes, I see the reflection  of a shy boy who lacks the communication skills, and the confidence to approach a woman, or a sales person, for instance. I can also see a smart motherfucker, whom you can rely on, as he will solve any type of problem, in his own, special, way, and will accomplish anything he desires.  I can even see a charismatic man, beaming with confidence and social dexterity, who will undeniably make a stranger feel like he is at home, and can easily make any woman fall for him. When I stare, into the fucking mirror, I witness an unfortunate martyr of the stupid, materialistic, greedy, destructive, soulless, apathetic, fake, pitiful society of this age. An angel who will sacrifice.himself in an effort to help these heartless animals find their way. A selfless man, full of patience and kindess, is what I see. The devil is a common character that comes to mind when I stare at myself in the mirror.  I can see a savage snake slithering silently upon my body, relentlessly sucking my soul and my emotions, filling me with power in exchange. This was I when I broke the mirror, because it made me want to kill myself. Sadly , I saw a ruthless monster, a wreckless manipulator that respects nothing and unstoppably gobbles up everything and anything of value. I saw a liar, a deceiver that would help you stack the pyre of your little, delusional, pathetic exscuse of an empire , then lights the match and watches you burn in regret with a psychotic smile in his face. A thief, a vulture, who will pound on you with ease when you are down, and strip you of your pride and self-respect if he has appetite for destruction. The mirror made me despise myself most times and love myself some rare times. All these masks  of mine, that change depending on the circumstance, is that I became, over time. Admittedly, I have been a sinful son of a bitch . However, nowadays, when I look at my reflection in the mirror, I turn me on. This is because (note to self) I have learned to embrace any good, or bad characteristic of myself, and weigh them equally, in an effort to improve. There is no right or wrong, good or bad, everything is permitted as long as youself is content.