Looking at the ugly beast,
Staring into it's vacant eyes,
Hideous smile mimicking mine,
Hair tangled into disgusting knots,
A look of death painted on it's face.
Bloodshot eyes show much strain,
As griseous bags tug at sleep,
Grotesque weight threatens the floor,
flavescent nails claw at a pale face,
And pimples riddle surrounding scars.
Tears of fear flow down my own face,
As I stand, shocked at the monster,
I lift my hand, and it does the same,
Sending a frightened shiver down my spine.
It would destroy me soon, I knew well,
As I stood there, judging it,
It would always be near me,
I turned, and walked away from it,
I am tired of looking at my reflection.
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