She lurks in the darkness, waiting;
Watching with an evil glare, hating.
She waits for the perfect time to strike,
Magnifying everything I don't like.

It starts with a frown, a sad little moan.
As I fret each imperfection I've grown.
She hears my cries, laughs in delight.
Now is where we begin the fight.

She tears my flesh, claws my veins.
Though no one will hear my pain.

She laughs louder,
as the blood flows faster
and my tears fall,
like an April shower.

She thrives off my pain, though no one can see
The kind of pain she's throwing me.
She's a monster, a demon.
But the pain won't stop.

I call her my reflection.
I call her, Unbeautiful.