Everyone has secrets. Everyone has an opinion of themselves that they keep hidden from the world. Some think themselves to be exceptional compared to most. Others are their own worst critic.

What I see in the mirror disgusts me in every way. I look at myself and wonder how I became this shell of a man. At a younger age, I was full of hope and dreams. Now I chase the dollar in an endless race of routine and despair. Each paycheck is another link in the chain, binding me to a life in which I find no pleasure.

Every mirror remains shattered in my home. I need no reminders of my self-created prison, for I live it every day.