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The Mirror looks at You and Me.
Tell me What in hell,
does the Mirror see?
Hair out of place.
OH what a shame.
Do our sleeves hang about the same?
Is that a SPOT, perhaps a MOLE?
Maybe a blemish on the Eternal Soul.
Perhaps we could do with a nip’n’tuck.
Cover our skin in slimy muck.
Cucumber on the eyes my dear?
My word, who said that you look queer.
Pull that face a little to the right.
Yes, you’re in the perfect light.
Don’t move!
Stay just as you are.
You’re the best thing,
You’ve seen, by far.
Now listen hard.
Can you hear a snigger?
Look into the Mirror.
Are your ears getting bigger?
A few more lines, a bag or two?
Is the Mirror playing a joke on YOU?
What’s up?
Don’t want to be ‘normal’?
So you want to be a FREAK.
That’s all?
So BE ashamed of WHO you are.
No-one cares but YOU.
Look again into the Mirror.
You’ll see there’s YOU, and YOU.
So, who sniggers from the mirror
when you poise and pose?
Or YOU?
.
YOU have the final word.