searching for answers in the eyes of the face before me.

eyes large and wide set like a horses,

their color dark black like crude oil

the face pale and splotched with brown flecks

i cant stand to look into that face any longer

so i tear my gaze away to stare at the hands

they have nails like claws as frightening as that face

I try to stare past the image, but i cant ignore the horror in front of me

my eyes are unwillingly drawn back to the wide-set oil dark horse eyes

my knees grow weak at the disgust i feel inside me

my hand reaches out to find something-anything-to lean on before i collapse

i fall against the wall and with tears welling up in my eyes

i turn my back to the mirror...

one would have to be blind to love me

i am truely a horror near to Arachne and Medusa

only without the blessed luxury of turning those who see my hideousness

to stone or feeding them to my monstrous children.

i thought myself cute, perhaps even pretty...

i didn�t see myself as so frightening and grotesque to behold...

the words cut so deep and make me doubt what i see reflected

but the mirror does not lie...