Reflection

There was a monster straring back. Eyes tired and dark circles hanging. On the verge of a panic attack Trying not to sway while standing. It looked lifeless, almost like it had died and resurrected once again. The hands shivered, not because of the chill, but the fear. The fear of ever-lasting pain. The fear, that after the hard work, it would be too tired to care about the cheer. I wonder if the monster is a one - of - a kind. It looks starved of affection. Oh nevermind... It's just my reflection.