Why would you trust your face to just anyone? AKA Day Eight

The image in the mirror is a
Lie we tell ourselves, a false
Reflection we create over time
The light shot through a prism of
Dysmorphia and regret, for there is
Nothing quite so warping as the
Familiarity that breeds contempt.
Though our egos and self love also
Shape the visions we see
We stare and stare just
Hoping to see the person we call
Me. Of course we cannot trust
A stranger in matters of the
Face, The planes and angles cannot be
Enhanced or erased if they are
Invisible to the eye that does behold. For
How can they show the world your truth
If they cannot see your soul?