Each night she comes to haunt me,
She never fails to make me cry,
Her gaze I can't escape and her hex has engulfed me,
I call her my reflection. Ugliness and worthlessnes is all that I can see.
I've heard a thousand times that I have impeccable beauty, but it cannot be.
I see myself for what I truly am.
It doesn't matter what they say because I am so very unhappy.
I stick my toothbrush down my throat.
What am I thinking?
I know that this will help, it will make everything better.
Yet I know that it won't.
I can't do it. Something in her eyes tells me no.
I sob and wish she would let me do it. Let me purge this hideousness!
But her eyes tell me that it is not the answer.
No matter how I try, somehow it's not right, I must confess.
It's the easy way out, but she tells me that it won't make me happy.
Her words stop there, her eyes tell me no more.
If this is not the answer, what is?
I realize that she'll never tell, but certainly she knows.
The uncertainty makes my desire grow.
I only want to know...
i love the idea of this. however, i think you should use more imgery, its more tell than show