Now I stand surrounded by objects which I realise are useless,
and I am terrified by horror, transfixed by evil.

The choices I made — have they been the wrong ones?

I look in the mirror and I know that behind me is another mirrror,
and wherever I look there are more mirrors, more faces, my faces staring at me,
each exactly the same,
each so different,
each with an expression of horror.

Why can I not see the beautiful face, the face of acceptance?

Save me from damnation!