If you saw me right now, would you be disappointed or proud?

If you knew what made me who I am, would you avoid the future?

Would you claw your way out of your skin, or would you make the same mistakes I did?

I'm sorry for what we are.

I'm sorry for what we've done.

We're deteriorating, and I ask just that you forgive me.

Forgive me for growing these horns.

Forgive me for the way my skin turns to scales.

Forgive the way the mirror shatters to avoid showing my reflection.

Forgive me for the monster we have become.