angel or demon

I look into the mirror and
all I see is a ghost full of anger.
Judgement and loneliness are plaguing me...
Wishing that all evil would disappear
with a single blink of an eye,
but life doesn't work that way.
 
When I come across death,
I know it's just an opportunity to start over
and see the mistakes I've have made.
The damage has caused my love ones
to live with and over come these mistakes.
 
I ask myself, if I'm an angel, or a demon?
The voices inside my head tell me over and over
nobody cares for who you are and what you do.
You're just another waste of space,
another waste of hope, and another waste of life.
 
When you ask me who am I?
Thoughts of being another freak
that is looking for a place to fit in
trickle throughout my mind.
Am I an angel, or a demon.