Who Am I?

So here I amor what's left of me. And sorrys can't redeem what I could be. Regret? Not yet. Resent? No, I'm just stuck with my reflection. Hands too harsh to hold the fragileness of you. Love and harm , I think we got the both confused. It was he said , she said Please just regress, reassess. Who have I become? Who am I? Do you still see any good in all my ugly? Can I turn it around with their pain on my hands and my guilt wears the the crown? Can I turn it around? Now most days I can't look at my own face. Sohow do you love when it's YOU you hate? Who am I?