Once again, I am awoken by a series of rhythmic beeps, each louder than it’s predecessor, I ask, ‘How can something that is no bigger than the hand that placed it there only 8 hours previous, be that loud. 

My daily routine, oh so robotic, rivaling your life, oh so plastic.

The mirror, once my friend, now very much my own worst enemy, I often wonder who, or what is staring back at me.

There was a time where my eyes used to sparkle due to my aura I had once possessed in my arsenal, now, the only reason they sparkle is because of the glaze you applied with your damn lies.

I used to wander this world alone, without direction, without purpose, I gazed deep within myself, slowly, my eyes started to widen, my face started to contort uncontrollably, almost demonically, I started to salivate profusely, my psychotic rage overpowering everything I know, and alas, 

I was reborn.