This is not what it's suppos'd to be,
when I look at thou,
I don't see me,
crawl back inside, aroint to hide
once again,
the mirr'r li'd.
A baby born,
a girl to see unknowing mind,
so fill'd with glee,
baby laugh'd and baby cried,
doth not know,
the mirr'r li'd.
Growing up and learning fast,
to live with how, you wast cast,
play the game,
the time thou bide,
still with each look,
the mirr'r li'd.
In later life thou feel the urge,
so thou give in,
then thou purge,
try this, try that, oh how thou tried,
it wasn't you,
the mirr'r lied.
Silk and lace, charm and grace,
to embrace,
with made up face.
All dress'd up fine thou beam with pride,
you run to look,
the mirr'r li'd.
The years roll by,
the end hath come,
a handsome man,
did surely become,
the best of both, within one host,
maybe anon? as a ghost?
The grave whence she dost anon reside,
says three short words,
the mirr'r li'd.