Reflection In a Mirror

Looking in the mirror, disgusted by what I see. Nothing more than a reflection of what used to be me. How did I become the person I am now? What changed me so quickly? I disgust myself. Wreaking of hypocrisy. Seeing myself with leprosy. I can't accept this as me. I've become depressed once or twice. I've become a pest to myself, my own body lice. I've become this image in a mirror with a sad story to tell. I am the creator of my own personal Hell. I wish I could shave my past away like I can the stubble on my face. I wish I could wash this disgrace away with just a little soap and water. Why do I beat myself up? Why do I make myself give up? Why aren't I the person I used to be? Why can't I go back to just being me? I want this pessimism to crawl away and die. I wish the person I've become wasn't one big lie.