In the mirror I see a hideous stranger. Tried by life and succumb to death. Flesh rotting, teeth falling out, hair sparse on their head, and eyes dropped out of the socket. This stranger who are they? Why are they so hideous? This mirror must be wrong, this cannot be me. My skin is fair like porcelain , my hair luscious, and my eyes are perfect almost as perfect as crystals. No, no, no, no, no! This cannot be my reflection. NO! I-it cannot be true, this cannot be real. No…..when did I become this monstrosity. Why did no one tell me what I had become?