Mystery Mirror

Why is it I can only look into my own eyes in the mirror when I'm alone; as though if I were to look at myself in public, they'd be able to see what I see -- fear. A certain fear that no one will ever love this face that taunts me. A certain fear of growing old alone. I look deep into myself everyday and see the way it moves and forms into maturity - I never thought I would turn into this; from such a young and innocent face to a face grown old with heavy weights from secrets that will forever haunt and taunt. Is it that I cannot stop looking at myself because I've finally become accustomed to a possible beauty? Sure, it's plain but I like to think that my eeys stand out, and I do have next-to-perfect teeth and a well rounded face... Maybe I could be attracted to myself? Or is it because I can comfortably look into my own eyes and talk to myself when I'm alone because I know those eyes looking back at me actually care what I have to say. That girl looking back at me is the only one who understands what I'm going through. Oh, how beautiful it is to have someone I love to hate -- and someone I hate to love.