Mirror, Mirror

I see myself as I really am

At an unattractive moment

But that's no reflection me

I need to polish my image

But it'll be my image that I polish

I'll be shinier but it won't be me

I can't pass by without looking

If I don't pass, he doesn't pass

And the person inert is me

The one looking back is left, for right

But those in the back looking over my shoulder

Are right-to-left and right to leave

I'll never accept what I see

Unless I close my eyes

And that's a reflection on me