Just Me Being Silly Guys

I see myself, right?

I look in the mirror, my reflection looking back at me.
I look different than what I imagined as a child.
I am still curvy, but better proportioned.
The colors drained from my clothes, they call me names, do they even know what these mean?
My hair is not brown anymore, it's black and red.
I look in the mirror.
The child I used to see doesn't laugh anymore, doesn't go out anymore, doesn't have friends anymore.
The child of bygone times still cries though, but it does not know how to communicate, not anymore.
The past that grew up to be the future, the here and now, is not happy anymore.
I look in the mirror.
I don't see myself.
I see a living being, a creature that behaves like an animal.
A living being that has strange ticks and habits, rejected by others.
I look at my reflection, but all I see is a vessel full of regret, guilt, disability of being useful.
I look in the mirror, but I only see a shadow.
All I see are wrong doings, unjustified words, unrightful claims and accusations.
In the mirror, I see unworthiness.
But who am I to judge.
After all,
I see myself, right?