WHAT I AM
When into the stainless mirror I glare And myself is the only person that beholds me Rightly said is that my appearance appears to me, Untainted, just as pure as me! Myself in full shape I see And I conclude within my mind, That I’m made perfect in my little way, So that it wouldn’t been an option To compare me with a “me” that’s not me! I need not a person to convince me That I’m a symbol of…