I am the rage inside,
the feelings pent up inside,
putting up a barrier,
sobbing alone in the dark,
the loss of motivation.

I am the nightmares,
the insomnia,
the missing piece,
the craving human interaction,
the lashing out.

I am not feeling good enough,
the shadows you wear all day,
the hidden scars,
the mask,
the loud music.

I say things like "you're not pretty"
"you're worthless"
"you're stupid"
"no one likes you"
"you should die."

Who am I?