A Letter To My Reflection

   You are nothing. A tiny little speck of shit dirt, stuck to the underside of gum on Hitlers show; burning in hell. You are just as shallow as every other piece of shit on the street, that you half assed fantasize about running over with a car, or lobbing their heads off with a chainsaw. There is nothing more unique about you than the pink brand wearing fucks that you hate. Nothing special about a nothing.
  Why even bother? OOOO!! Big fucking deal, you have metal in your face and wear all black. You are nothing more than those who wear all pink or blue; green or purple. You are NOT an individual god damn snowflake.
  You are nothing. You are fake; a piece of shit. A miniscule blip of an existence.
  Yet, you look into the mirror and smile while you say all these vile things to yourself. Laugh even. Very seldomly do the tears cross the threshold of your soul bearing eye lids. You won't allow such a sin to unfold. You just laugh with delight at the awful things your enemy tells you. That fucking smirking, shit eating grin faced god damn reflection.
  Fuck. You.
        Sincerely,
      A nothing