Look in the mirror

Gone but not forgotten is true,
How could you forget her pretty face,
her eyes so blue,
Lips with the strawberry taste.

The Reality hits,
and it hits hard,
like a unwanted zit,
dealt one last bad card.

her eyes not so blue,
Lips of something sour,
Skin white as paste,
Things that make you cower.

you soon realize what's the matter,
its not her who you see,
you start to blabber with mindless chatter,
you realize its me.

Look in the mirror!