A beautiful soul

When I looked into the mirror long ago
I did not see a person, or a personage.
All I could see was bugle, and ugliness
All I could see was a repulsive soulless ogre.

Who was this repulsive ogre?
The ogre was in my mind,
My soul
Yet I did not recognize it.
I did not see what others could see.

When my family and friends gazed
They saw thinning hair
Muscle mass gone
Bones were at the surface for all to see
To them I was repulsive

I still saw nothing but bulge,
I saw that same repulsive ogre
How could this have happen?
Was my mind playing a trick like a fun house mirror?
Who was crazy, them or I?

I never realized the pain I cause
My body
My soul
My mind
My heart

I would starve my body
In hope the ogre would leave,
In hope the mirror was lying
In hope I would again be attractive
In hope I would be a beautiful person inside

I never knew the whole time
I was a beautiful person
All I needed to do was look within me
And I would see
A person who had so beauty, and soul to offer