Embryo

I feel torn like no other time in my life.  A sense of betrayal. But betrayal to what or from whom?  A quick glance into the mirror only gives me minimal pleasure until I begin to recognize the monster in the reflection.  It is almost as if the lines on my hand lead to destruction.  The very soul of my being shutters with injustice.  What does all this mean?  Am I destined for unhappiness?  Maybe this is some type of self-fulfilling prophecy that has already been set into motion, no matter what decisions I make.  This is a struggle day to day with me and my psyche.