Mirror, Mirror

I pass by, as I eye, my eye; I see something nearer, nearer; On the wall a reflection of myself, myself; it isn't clear so, never clearer; As I look upon the mirror, mirror; Mirror polished metal or glass with an; Amalgam back and as a TV I've gain weight, weight; Look at my face I can see my soul in my eyes, eye; Is this something that showing my true self, myself; All I have is what I see what I reflex, relax; And if I were to break this glass, my fears will last; Thirteen years of bad luck, bad luck; I see myself and in my reflection I say yuck-yuck; I've been concaved, been convex; All I have is my refection left; Crystal and glass I can see myself, myself; I'm I pattern for limitation exemplar, exemplar; As I continue to see myself in the mirror; Your a faithful reflection of a true picture of myself Mirror, Mirror 09/20/17 --for Craig Cornish Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest