M0nzt3r

I look myself in the mirror and I don't feel bad.
And that scares me now more than it ever has.
Am I a monster? Am I insane?
Cause I dont feel the guilt and I like the pain.
It scares me sometime that I could be this way.
Knocks the air out of my lungs and steals my words away.
Am I a monster? Am I going insane?
Cause I would give my own life or take it, all the same?
I look into the mirror and I don't see a soul.
Because I am a monster. I am broken. Not whole.
And this hole in chest, did I ever have a heart?
I can't find it anywhere, and I tore myself apart.
Call me a sadist or a masochist.
Call me twisted. Call me sick.
I take that as a complement.
Cause maybe I am.
Maybe Im a monster. Maybe I'm insane.
Cause I don't feel the guilt and I like to cause the pain.
I look into the mirror, but I don't see myself.
I don't think I am human, maybe something else?
I look into the mirror and I don't feel bad.
And that scares me more than in ever has.
Because, it means that I'm a monster. It means that I'm insane.
It means i an a freak, just like everybody says.
I look into the mirror but I don't have a soul.
I am broken. I have pieces missing. I cannot be whole.