Analysis of Myself

Every night when my minds at peace
Every day when I find tranquility
I hear them, the calls of insanity
the call of a creature bloody and terrible
it tells me to hurt, it tells me to hate
I shouldn’t, but it insist I do
I won’t listen, it can’t force me to
it tries it tells me I’m worthless
It tries to tell I’m better dead
I swear sometimes I can see it
only when I’m hurt it manifests
I see it everywhere
but I can’t see it anywhere
Its identity is hidden
I stare from my mirror
I see it glooming around me
I realize what I see is.