The mirror is my perfection.
It reflects, contradicts, opposes
And reflects, reveals, interposes.
I am; I am not. Two same divided.
It allows me to realize what pride hid:
Mistakes, mess-ups, mull-sided
Denial of surrender, strength not hid.
Pride smiles with a wink
In that perfection I see
As I dance at the brink
With a laugh and a breeze.
Education? Above 4.0 GPA.
Athletics? Varsity of the game.
Social? Friends at every strain.
Ethics? Work till puke. My way
Is the mirror I see. It is me.
Yet it isn’t, it is. I am; I be
Rather: perfection of pride.
I deny but she knows it.
My reflection is right.