When I Look In the Mirror
Alarm clock rings the morning call
Upon my floor my feet now fall
I stretch and scratch my waking head
As I climb from my comfy bed.
I wander to my bedroom door
Stepping over clothes left on the floor
With eyes now open, in the mirror I see
Not the reflection I want, staring back at me.
The man in the mirror is just, but the skin
And everything else is so deep within.
So, if asked, “When I look in the mirror what do I see?”
I reply, “Just the body of the man that I know him to be.”
For the mirror can be cracked or even covered from view
Because, it is never the reflection that shows the real you.
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