A short passage about a man struggling with inner conflicts.

I was thinking about all of the women and girls out there who are just never happy with how they look. This is the extreme of that self hate.

This poem shows how love can mess everything up, the wrong timing can mess everything up, no saying what you really feel can mess everything up, you can mess everything up.

Its just about how things can overwhelm us and soon we become this thing that has overwhelmed us and we are no longer a person but this monster and its not good.

Paranoid feelings of being watched by unseen eyes, and the thoughts that go through my head at this knowledge.