Seeing The Enemy

SEEING THE ENEMY 

Everyday I feel like I'm just alone, to where I feel like I'm just some kid who just doesn't matter in the world and yet I was born...Why??.....i don't know and I really don't care, all I know is that I'm half good on the outside but there is dark on in the inside but that doesn't mean that I don't care about anybody it just means that I have the nerve to destroy anything that temps to threaten my lifeline unless if I'm meant to die then so be it but from all the hatred these demons give me is really.....starting to change me.

I can't stand looking into the mirror because all I see is my dad's image looking back at me with so much hatred and that's when I realized it was my enemy taunting me to punch the mirror, I looked down for a split second and looked back up I saw him looking at me with his bloody hands and cloths I couldn't hold myself back from punching the mirror so instead i threw my pocket knife at the bloody reflection of a demon and shattered the mirror, i thought to myself for a minute then asked myself.....Was that me?? 

to be continued.....