You wonder will you ever get your s**t together

Title is a lyric from a Why? song.

The only thing a mirror ever really shows is

Evidence supporting why people think as little of you

As you do

 

THe bags under your eyes keeping any one from wanting

To sleep with you

The furiously red eyes making everyone think

YOu're a little too upset a little too often

The big lips that would be too big to kiss

The subtle chin that isn't aggressively bulging

 Yet it is nothing more than a symbol for your

Personality, all the pasifism covered by a few hairs

Attempting to purport the masculinity you

Could never show otherwise

The wet cheeks on a sunny day that lets everyone know

You didn't just get out of the shower

The receeding hairline growing more and more

Disgusted with the face under it

The ears that stand out like attennas that

No one wants to project their words into

The beer belly that defies your sobriety

Not muscular enough to arrouse a woman

But ejected enough as if it encompassed

All the self-loathing you've eaten over the years

THe razor bumps on your cheek from trying

So hard to just look like another respectable

Casual male

 

The mirror never really shows anything

Except what you think of yourself

As you contemplate what others are

Thinking of you

It doesn't get worse than knowing that

They're right