I used to look at the mirror and see a stranger. I even saw a monster, at times. And it scared me seeing something horrific and unfamiliar. A reflection not mine. A reflection that belonged to someone else, from someplace else.

It was a reality that I had to live with for most of my life. I’d often see someone I don’t like when I catch a reflection of myself. I’d see someone full of self-loathing, full of hatred for the cards he’d been dealt with. I’d see a boy crying for help to the heavens he’d cursed at just mere moments before. It was sickening. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. That’s how much self-loathing I had.

Music By Nik Bustamante