She stood there in front of her mirror,
Her shivering being queer .
She experienced severe tremor,
Her teeth rattling with fear.
She could feel her heart rate going high,
Something was making her stupefy.
Her better part in the mirror made her cry,
It was all making her soul die.
Her stomach was a void,
Her throat had completely dried.
Her pretty eyes were wide,
She was eisotrophobic,and that was her plight.