I am my own hell.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, looking very closely at my eyes, my gaze, that gaze that pretends to have peace. I really realize that I must stop pretending, because I know very well that deep down, the fault is totally mine. I was the one who should go to jail, not that poor man who now occupies my place. But honestly, I do not intend to go to that hell, to be imprisoned in four walls, because at this very moment, I am my own hell.