That Guy

I see him every day. And every day my hatred for him grows.

With his friends he is one person, with his girlfriend, another.

He sickens me. He is two-faced. He is “one of the lads”. He is a dick.


He hates himself. He feels worthless. He wants to change.

He hurts himself every day. Slowly, ever so slowly, becoming worse.

Each cut deeper than the last. Taking longer to heal. Not healing fully.


I see him every day and I want to smash the mirror.

The End

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