When I look in the mirror

I must be proud of what I see

Because, in the end

I’m the one that must live with me

I care not of my appearance

I am not prone to such vanity

But the man reflected must match

The man I think I’m supposed to be

But when I look in the mirror

I’m rarely proud of what I see

And I could never expect

Anyone to be able to deal with me

And I wish I beheld

The mirror, out of simple vanity

For the man I see reflected

Is nothing of what it should be