That Scent In The Wind

I caught that scent,
It made a monster
Out of me.
The driving force
Behind this
Small frame
Made of glass
This girl could
Shatter in an instant.
It's itching and clawing
In a place beneath
My skin.
A disease is lodged
Inside my brain
Growing vines
Around my soul.
I try to dig it out
But this monsters
Too strong.
I try my best
To control this urge
Of self destruction
That makes me
Lose a grip on
My sense of self.
It mimics my
True worth
And I believe the lie.