I stare at my reflection. I don't enjoy what I see. Is my face altered? Can it be? 
The eyes full of judgement, mouth curled in disdain. 
I cast the mirror aside and leave those loathsome eyes imprisoned.
I breathe then forget. 

I stare at a reflection I don't enjoy. What I see is my face: Altered. Can it be the eyes? 
Full of judgement, mouth curled in disdain, I cast a mirror. 
A side that feared these loathsome eyes: imprisoned.
I breathe then forget.