THE UPSIDE DOWN

You can look at me as the enemy just like everyone else does, you can turn around and take to your heels because I'm the ugliest you've seen than a warthog. You can spit all those words and throw them at me. Somehow the world makes me feel less human, in fact nothing close to human. I hate myself every time I look in the mirror, I live for nothing material. If I'm living then I'm living to die.