My Symbol Face Not For Contest

If looks were death My face would kill The mirror tells me this When I wrinkle a piece of paper Throw it away I see my face With eyes as blind as a bat Hair of a bald eagle Whats left is gray Whiskers of a walrus Under this Elephant nose That holds up my glasses With Armadillo hearing What did you say? Lips like a Jackass smiling A neck as a Giraffe What can I say: It’s just me (ALL FICTION HONEST GIRLS)