Mirror, Mirror

An obscure, ambiguous figure looks back at me. Penetrating me, seeing right through my mask of lies. Knees buckle, arms shake, shaken as can be. Glossy eyes filled with emotions no words could describe. Grief, anxiety, anguish, and poignancy. Naked eyes looking back at me silently pointing out my flaws. Shoulders hunched, confidence lacking. Arms crossed, hiding as much as I can from the figure. But she stares on, laser eyes carving my insides out. Consuming me, shrinking me, dooming me. What the figure doesn't realize is that she's backward and is judging herself.