MY MIRROR LIES TO ME
My mirror tells me stories,
but it’s not always truthful
My mirror says I’m aging,
but I’m still feeling youthful.
The person in my mirror
looking back at me
Isn’t the me that I’ve always known,
nor the one I care to see.
My mirror says I’ve grayed,
but I think it’s just confused.
There’s a product “Just for men,”
but it’s one I’ve never used.
My mirror says my hair has thinned,
but that thinking has me baffled.
Until I see it from behind,
then it gets me a little rattled.
My mirror is showing wrinkles
and a bit of a double chin,
my mirror says I will never
get my youth back again.
Mirrors should be color blind,
unable to distinguish thick or thin,
they shouldn’t be allowed to reflect baldness
and of course, never a double chin.
That person in my mirror
only slightly resembles me
I’m not that old and wrinkled
this simply cannot be.
My Mirror says I’m heavy,
but it’s yet to call me obese.
I’m a prisoner of this body,
I'm hoping these lies will cease.
The person in my mirror
isn’t the me that I would choose
I may be a little heavy,
but he’s got 50 lbs to lose.
Mirrors should be more complimentary
If they know what’s good for them,
lest they wind up broken
causing 7 years bad luck,,, again!
My mirror shows me the future,
or maybe it’s the past.
It’s showing me my father,
when I saw him last.
My mirror tells me stories,
I listen now and then,
it says my time is coming,
it just won’t tell me when.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
You've reached us all, including Cinderella's Stepmother, with this one.
Ron
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxoxo
We must summon up new images and put muzzles on these mirrors ~
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
Donna
Especially lately after eating cake,
My waist is apparently growing by leaps & bounds,
For me to see myself of late does of me astound...ed