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Known As I Am Known
I don’t see myself as others see me
Even the mirror doesn’t reflect my beauty
I hate mirrors because they tell lies
Well, there may be one I don’t despise
One that my face can get used-tah
Not one that makes me look like Medusa
One that sells me a good hair day
One says I got a shot and it’ll “make my day”
One that makes me look like a hunk
It better, or Clint Eastwood will ask, “Well, do you punk?”
I don't want one that makes me look circus weird
(My psychologist said I am finally cured)
One that shows me skin so smooth
One that greets the Fonz, no need to groom
One that gets me on my way
But I don’t want the mirror of Dorian Gray
And while time may have elapsed on this side
I want a mirror that depicts me inside
One that shows blue eyes
Not the red-eyed disguise
And not the one that makes me look older
When my heart says otherwise
Copyright ©
Michael Ramel
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