I look into the mirror and what do I see?
A living reflection but it is not me.
He stands with such confidence and poise,
My body language is that of a boys.
He smiles with his perfect pearlescent teeth,
I smile back and reveal my underlying personal grief.
A man fit for any woman of his desire,
No woman would want me I am completely dire.
Who is this man who stands in my place?
With such life and incredible taste?
Who is the man with no fear or sorrow?
That is the man of my tomorrow.