I Have Depression, Anxiety, and Self-mutilation Issues

Her Worst Enemy... She found him. Found the monster. She took one look in the mirror and her reflection said it all. She looked into her eyes and saw the monster. He made his way into her soul. Became part of life. She melted into him and stuck to him like glue. She wasn't consumed in him anymore, she is him. The girl has turned into the monster. Her worst enemy. The monster was something made of hatred. Souless. He can rip apart anyone just to make himself smile. He lives and breathes on agony and the pain and suffering he causes others. Wthout that, he would be nothing, just a bunch of rocks and sand just blowing in the wind. Vanishing into thin air. The girl just kept staring into her reflection, and felt herself being torn apart. Her eyes are so dark. Empty. She is not a person. This girl was the monster all along. She was the liar. She was the con artist. A manipulator. She is disgusting. The girl looked away from the horrible truth she has faced and climbed under her bed and buried herself in her own sea of hatred.