Reflection of Myself

I wake up, I look in the mirror, and I hate what I see.
I see my disorganized hair,
I see the bags under my eyes,
I see the shape of my nose,
I see sadness in my eyes.
I hate what I see.
I cry internally because why do I look like this?
I hate my physical features,
But I cry because I hate what I see when I look into my own eyes.
I see sturggle,
I see fear,
I see pain,
I see a hallow vessel of someone that looks like me.
I'm scared of my thoughts,
I'm scared of what I'm capable of,
I'm scared of what my reflection screams at me.
I'm scared of a reflection of myself.
I'm scared of myself.