Staring at my reflection

Staring at my reflection

What a sight I see

Is there a monster that resides within me?

A monster not of terror, rather hurt and disappointment

Filled with regret and anger

Is this really me?

Is this a face I expose to the world?

Staring at my reflection how can this be?

How could I have let this monster spread all over me

Succumbing my beauty, ravishing my confidence

Consuming all of me, belittling my every existence

My face, shoulders, legs eyes and thighs

All have been replaced with an unrecognizable disguise.

My face once full of beauty

Innocence worn with silence

If only I had known it will be lasting a while

How I would have held onto that moment

Moment of monochrome….

I am staring at my reflection and the monster glares back at me.