Everyday…

Everyday I walk the same path.

I pass those on the street with a kind greeting and wave of my hand. I smile at those who speak to me and laugh with the humour in their tones.

I cry with those who feel pain and sadness. I comfort those who confide in me with hugs and words of reassurance that life gets better.

I feel pain. I feel sadness. I feel sympathy. I feel happiness.

I tell myself these things. I tell myself I feel what a human… what a living breathing person would — should feel.

But when I look in the mirror…

I see the monster that lies beneath the surface. I see the darkness lingering behind the eyes. I see the wolf baring it’s teeth underneath the sheep’s clothing.

And I hope everyday that when I look in the mirror… I hope it disappears.

That the monster I see everyday is a figment of my imagination.

I am human. I have light. I have hope. I feel emotions — I do, I do, I do.

But as I stare into the mirror, the demon stares back. I know, then, I am as heartless and emotionless as I feel. That the monster inside of me is simply… me.

Because I feel nothing. Remorse, pain, happiness — where have you gone?

Why have you left me with the monster in my mirror?