Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
what is it I have become?
In the reflection, I don't see
the person I believed I was.

The person who stares back at me
is the type of person I always hated.
I was disgusted and revolted by her,
and I despised seeing her on the street.

But now I look at myself in the glass
and I see a horrible dark shadow of me.
I am unsure where I went wrong,
but I know now that I need mending.

She mocks me and laughs in my face,
she shows me how wrong I have been.
I hang my head in disgrace and shame,
and turn away from the dark memory.