I walked into a dark room where my thoughts had led me

There I am face to face with it

What is it? No words can describe the terrible image in front of me

It’s so foreign yet so familiar

But it is the same image in this dark cold room I visit everyday

I knew this figure was once beautiful and peaceful’

It was once helpful and a close ally, but now it turned into my enemy

The feeling when looking into the figures eyes is gut wrenching

All I want to do id look away, yet a small part of me won't allow me forcing me to keep looking into those humanless eyes

It’s so damaged and rotten, lifeless and pale just staring right back at me

As I slowly try and turn away from this awful sight, it mimics me

I take a step closer and it doesn’t hesitate to do the same

My heart stops, the foreign figure is me