Rampaging through the bathroom

Hurling the soap, comb, and toothbrush off the sink

Swinging open the medicine cabinet

Chucking and Flinging everything out

the new tube of toothpaste

THU-DUMP!

all his medication

RATTLE!

his old razor

CLANK!

The rhythm of his Heart

BANG!

BAM!

CRASH!

his dress shirt became wrinkled

his tie loosened up

his eyes were Crazed

and so was his brain

he felt Miserable

Morose

Mental

clutching his head

Throwing

Tossing

Whipping it around

he walked back into the wall

he started keeling forward

Breathless

Choking

Gasping until

letting out a blood curdling Scream

pant...pant...pant...

he slowly moved forward

his hands gripped onto the sink

he sluggishly raised his head

closed the cabinet

looked into his eyes

and saw his tattered soul

covered up by his Pretty disguise

A good student

A good boy

A good son.

He smirked Wearily

and touched the Cold mirror

with his Warm

Elegant

Shaky hands

You bastard...

look at you...

lonely, helpless, insane

this is why no one loved you to begin with.

you weren't enough.

...

Change it, pretty liar.

Do whatever it takes to be acknowledged.

Prove him wrong.

He sighed

combed out his shaggy hair

fixed his wrinkled shirt

tightened his tie

washed his face

then looked in his Sly eyes

still housing the Tattered soul

but more hidden than before

he took a breath and smiled Softly

A Pleasant

Sweet

Fake smile.

he turned out the dim light

leaving his mess behind

and walked out

as if there was No Problem at all.