My Worse Critic, Myself

many faces of me usually dont feel so low today i cant see feelings so below mirror my enemy i know better i see the worse in me it kills the good i weather whats the point why even try the negatives joint its blurring site like a ugly duckling insecure feelings immature sprinkling this day is killing me doesnt matter whats said i see what i see better off left in bed my inner self misery kill the image that scars my inner being awaken me my God end me