When you look in the mirror what do you see?
I see brown eyes that tell a story,
A story that speaks all on its own,
A story that is not very well-known,
My reflection is a face with countless flaws,
A face that has been gnashed by wicked claws,
A porcelain smile that’s tired of being last,
I may not be perfect, but don’t you see?
I’m not to be judged if you don’t know me.