One day when he came home from school
He looked in the mirror as he always did
He wanted to see how beautiful he was
But to his astonishment, what he saw was a child
The child was crying and staring back
He became scared and intended to run
But the child and his stare kept him rooted
There was something familiar with him
And the way he looked
He wasn't beautiful, goodness knows.
The horror!
He laughed at the kid with his obvious lack of style
And praised god the he himself had looks
He knew what was important, he knew what mattered
He left the child, while prasing himself
And never saw the menaing of the ters
The meaning of the small boy's agony when he saw
What he would become
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