Opprobrium

			Looking in the mirror -
			Seeing much of such distaste.
			Gazing into mine own eyes -
			Revulsion at what I am,
			What I have made myself 
			For my supposed benefit,
			For my supposed friends.
			Anger pounds from within -
			What am I looking for?
			Who am I looking for?
			Where is it?!
			Where are they?!
			I groan and capitulate under the pressure -
			Massive weights crush me from above -
			I go down...
			I stay down -
			Semi-conscious of life flowing and ebbing 
			Somewhere nearby -
			By-passing this despised soul.