Consume me, Lord. Make Yourself my One Passion.
I walk into the room, slowly. I glance around, and see mirrors. Walls, ceiling, floor. I sit at the table in the middle of the room, and put my head down on it....only to realize that it, too, is a mirror. I stand up, dizzied by all the bright lights on the glass. I look at myself, full in the mirror.
I screamed. That can't be me. This monster? I touch my face. The monster touches it's face too. I scream again. And again. I hit the mirror, again and again. It shatters. But, yet another appears in it's place. My hands bleed when I finally stop shattering mirrors.
Now there are more mirrors...coming closer to me, and closer. I'm trapped here. I can't close my eyes. I see myself...reflected in all the mirrors. I scream again, and again. I scream until I can't breathe anymore. I fall, breathless, to the floor.
I'm hideous. I hate the way I look. The mirrors constantly hold me before me. I can't stand to look at myself...but I can't help it either. I have to look. I have to.
My hands still bleed, and my throat is raw from screaming. A ragged whisper is all I can squeeze out.
"Someone? Please?"
The door opens. I cower in shame...who wants to see me like this? I peek through slitted eyes at who would come to see me. I see a beautiful man and lady.
"It's a shame. She was such a nice little girl. I can't believe what she's grown up to be."
I scream again, clawing at my face, my arms. Blood runs down my face. Someone else enters. A pair of girls come in, talking.
"She's such a jerk! I mean, come on. I saw her yesterday, and she didn't even look at me. Oh, yeah, best friends, whatever!"
"I'm sorry!" I scream. Hot tears roll down my face. The door opens. I cringe again.
"Do you know that's the Smith's daughter? I wish she'd be more like her parents. Such good people."
This time I can't help myself. I scream again and again, blood and tears rolling down my face, my arms, dripping onto the floor.
"Child."
I stop screaming. This man...he touched me. Lifted my face from the floor.
"Child, you don't belong here."
I don't? I think I deserve it.
"I love you, daughter. Let me love you. Belong to me."
Belong to HIM? He looks clean, angelic almost. I look down at myself, my claws, my hideousness.
"I don't deserve you."
"But I want you anyways."
I couldn't help myself. I took another look at him, wiped the blood from my face, and fell at His feet.
He picked me up and hugged me. Tight, not afraid of my monster body. I only got a glimpse of myself in the mirrors before they all shattered.
White.
Clean.
He saved me. From the mirrors. From myself. From the people who couldn't love me like Him.
"but God shows His love for us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. | 
