What do you do when you don't know what you are? When the face in the mirror isn't yours? I know what I am, it's not this. I've lost my face to the devil again, my voice is hidden. I cried the first time I noticed. The first time I lost myself. I've grown numb to it now. My only wish is that someone will find me. That they will lead to back to human. Not this monster I am now. When I cause pain I laugh and gloat in it. The more pain the happier I am. I break your heart then rip it apart, that's not what I am. I used to help and love and be human. Now the mirror shows my monster. Let me break it with my fists till I bleed. Maybe then I could break the monster. Help me.