Tippy toes on tile floor
Jump for a glimpseOf messy hair, but perfect skinRemember those days?
Pose like you saw on TVWiggle your eyebrowsStick your tongue out& Giggle at its shape
Watch as his face contorts,All the stories it can tellSome are true, most are false:All in your control
Maintain eye contactStep forward, step backThe details may change,But the frame never moves
Shatter when you realizeThe mirror boy is youEveryone can see him;Will they ever see you?
Take note of your body’s flawsFor when you feel downClaw at once perfect skinThat rings a little too loud
Learn to accept your eyebrowsAnd to tolerate the restAllow her to see youBoth the worst and the best
Look into her eyes and glimpseIn her gaze your reflectionGroomed hair, but imperfect skin,Find yourself again, and pose