Ugly

My reflection screams threats at me beneath this mask of torment.
I'm sick of the way the mirror judges me.
I would love to tear off my flesh...
It feels torn from the constant torture life inflicts on me daily.
I have grown to hate, not just myself,  but everything I see.
 
Its all so fucking ugly.
 
My throat burns from all my screaming.
My knuckles bleed from the shards of glass that stick in my skin.      
A broken mirror lays on the floor,
Blood begins to pool at my feet.
As I stand here,  
feeling the gentle sting of the blood as it leaks from my wounds...
For a moment, I start to relax...  
my mind becomes clear and I can breathe...
 
Then I see my reflection in the pool of blood at my feet,  
 
I feel ugly again.