When I look in the mirror, I see a monster.

On my birthday I was dressed in a pretty pink gown, but all I saw was a monster.

My friends and family insisted I’m fine, they didn’t see the creature I describe.

But I saw it. I always saw it.

It ruined my self identity

My wedding day

All my shopping excursions involving clothes.

It stalks me

Waiting

For the right moment.

It envies me

Wants my life

What will it do?

One night I went to sleep

It stayed there even though there was no one to reflect

The next morning I woke up

_In _the mirror.

I look out and see it conversing with my family

Like it’s _me. _

_ _No one notices

I’m trapped here forever

It winks at me, smiles

“Who’s the monster now?”