I tip-toed through the dark hallway.

I didn't want to disturb anyone.

I'm very good at disturbing people

With my face, that is. 

I started getting ready for bed.

I tried to avoid the mirror.

Just like I do every night.

But tonight, there was something

Begging me to take a look. 

I took deep breath. 

Within seconds,

I was face to face with myself 

I managed a long, hard glance.

The longer I stared,

The more flaws I could count. 

Who am I kidding?

I'm a walking flaw... 

I started having more bad thoughts.

If you could read my mind, 

You'd be in tears... 

I craweled under my covers.

And struggled to fall asleep, like always. 

Nighttime is the absolute worst.

I tend to bask in my loneliness,

And a blanket of self pity

Embraces me so tightly,

I can hardly catch my breath. 

Why is everything so hard?

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