Mirrored

Walking through the dark hallway,
as the floor begins to tremble
beneath my already shaking feet.
Preparing, I reassemble,
fearing what might come next,
I turn the bend in this ruse.
A large turning tunnel
that I have to walk through
to reach the end.
I step onto it with little hope
that I will not fall,
I lope!
I made it through!
I did not fall,
but what faces me now,
is the scariest of it all.
Faced with myself,
everywhere.
They're all reflecting different
images of myself to compare.
This is what I have feared.
Lost in a world of only me.
I fear myself,
a person with no beauty,
no stature,
no grace,
never loved by my family,
to whom I'm only a disgrace.
I have lost my own soul,
only to be seen
through the hollow view of mirrors.
I am only thirteen,
and afraid of who I see myself as
through the reflection.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
where can I find some affection?