Reflection

I look into the mirror and what do I see?

A living reflection but it is not me.

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He stands with such confidence and poise,

My body language is that of a boys.

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He smiles with his perfect pearlescent teeth,

I smile back and reveal my underlying personal grief.

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A man fit for any woman of his desire,

No woman would want me I am completely dire.

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Who is this man who stands in my place?

With such life and incredible taste?

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Who is the man with no fear or sorrow?

That is the man of my tomorrow.

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