The longer I look, the more I see,

and the desire to shield my eyes

grows.

“You discust me,

In ways, unimaginable.”

I say aloud, my strong voice, not faultering,

says to the ugly face before me.

Her tears grow, I can see one edging her cheek.

“Don’t cry, just accept, you child!”

I see her eyes grow wide as I say this,

but the pain is plain on her face,

as she opens her mouth slightly, and a small voice,

so miniscule compared to my booming sound,

whispers,

“You’re Wrong.”

I consider this.

But then I look harder, and still,

all I see is the awful face, that is hated by so many,

starring back at me. 

“The sooner you realize, the less heart-break you’ll have.

Just, trust me”.

Then, the tears, they spill,

and she grabs the sink before her, for support.

After numerous minutes,

many sobs,

and countless tears,

she takes a deep breath, and wipes the reminants of the tears.

Grabbing everything her hands find,

she smoothers as much make-up

as possible, to conceal the hideous face beneath.

Then, I look into the mirror one last time,

 to see if anything has changed.

No.

So I leave for what is sure to be

an average day

of more shame.