Reflecting in the mirror, it long comes by
A blight, a plague, a smear
Without ever telling me why
“I’m wrong, I’m broken,” it seems to imply
Over which I can’t help but shed a tear
Reflecting in the mirror, it long comes by
It does it’s best to vivify
Of which it always does adhere
Without ever telling me why
Even as it does harm by amplify
I grow above, making it a veneer
Reflecting in the mirror, it long comes by
I glow, but still, it does apply
Dimming the light I hold so dear
Without ever telling me why
I shine regardless—full, bright, spry
Free do to as I please, no longer severe
But still, reflecting in the mirror, it long comes by
Without ever telling me why