Atelophobia

I sit staring out at the dark night, I sit and wonder if I deserve this in my life. Was I a horrible person in my past life? or is my life cursed with the fear of imperfection? What evil did I unleash to have this fear run so deep? Why am I not the perfect creation, a masterpiece of all. Why must I feel this evil demon so deep into my soul? I am an ugly image with in the mirror, I don't see perfection. I see imperfection, I see a hideous sinister beast. I sit staring out at the dark night, Blackness has swallowed me whole. This imperfection I see of me, has broken the mirror of my ugliness. And has unleashed a sinister beast. The dark shadow to ruin all.