The Man In The Mirror

People regard me in disgust, and I don't blame them.
I know how I must look; disheveled hair, tartar-encrusted teeth.
It can't be helped. I won't use another mirror as long as I live.
It's not their fault. I don't blame them, but I'll not have those eyes staring at me again!
It began two months ago. While brushing my teeth, I happened to glance at the mirror; someone was standing behind me, glaring.
I couldn't make out his whole face, as his eyes were so intensely evil-looking!
Filthy, I may be, but he won't get another chance!