Hideous

A mirror in front of you,
Only reveals a grotesque monstrosity,
That bloated pustule of filth and sin,
And you can only try and face it,
To no avail,
You cannot purge yourself of that sin,
Nor abstain from it long enough to live,
It consumes you, that hideous thing,
And there is no hope,
As you expel it from you yet again,
And step from the bathroom,
To those unknowing,
Of your suffering in front of that mirror.