Mirror, mirror.

When I look in the mirror, I see two, big, fearful eyes looking back at me. Sometimes I can't even raise my head to look myself in the mirror because of how scared I am of the person looking back at me. As if looking at myself would unleash some great power from within, one that I nor the world would be able to handle. So I keep my head bowed low, never truly appreciating what's in front of me, what's inside me, in fear of letting it get to my head and driving me crazy. Isn't it strange?