What's in a Face

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”  ~ 1 Corinthians 13:12
 
 
Here is the masquerade,
The deception in this visual aid
 If only I had listen, taken heed
When I first glistened its image
 
Look deep, look long
In the mirror you’ll perceive  
They told me and I believe
my reflection  will show
a stranger I wouldn’t  know
 
so I stared at my mirror
watching for the change
in the range of features.  Hoping to see
the stranger  that dwells within me.
 
 Gazing intently until a creature did appear,
a cold shiver ran my spine,
when through  a shimmer it came, not divine  
 
Frightening, aware, of the metamorphose  
My religiose begged me to pray against
This thing others saw, when they look at me
 
 What I beheld had brown eyes,  that  
looked nothing like mine.  Her head supine
 in an unheard laugh, yet I hadn’t made a move,
  wanting to make a beeline, out this room.
But where would I go?
 
Her mouth twisted in a smirk, answering my question
A quirk that put me in a self-made nightshade
This  was no charade, I was truly afraid
 
Who I thought I was,
Was not me at all, but this other being
 within my skin.
 
I should have never seen what lurks within
the human skin. What’s inside of me was not a friend.  
But something else, this side of sin
 
She winked, and I knew
 She would soon gain full control  
Where then will I go, perhaps inside a black hole?
 
Don’t look too closely, try not to see
The stranger in the mirror,
 watching, waiting, patiently.