I hate mirrors,

Always have, probably

Always will.

Mirrors show everything

Imperfect about you –

All your physical insecurities

And how ugly you are in the morning.

But mirrors don't really show you;

My mirror doesn't show

My dreams and aspirations

Or what I think.

I don't have an even temper –

A virtue my mother did bless me with,

But I do have my dad's sense of humor

Which keeps my sanity.

I walk by a pretty girl

And I just have to compare –

So intimidated by her

Because my imperfections show.

Though I can be insecure,

I accept myself as I am –

Who cares about the mirror?