Narcissism

Narcissism A good day the mirror in the hall said I looked smart except that, I was bald and had yellow teeth. No, do not do this the mirror said when I was unbuckling my belt feared to be whipped said I had nice skin. The feminine said of me mention lipstick it would not come amiss; she thinks happiness involves makeup I flexed my arm muscles and them mirror was mortified closed its reflection and went blank I walked into the vacant space turned around my god, who is this old geezer preening himself?