Mirror

 Mirror, mirror…
Some days I like you better than others,
As if I were stepping outside of myself
And leaning in on the other me,
The one I think you know
The one I think you like
So he’s the one I like too.
And once I get by that other me
It is easy to please you,
So it seems…

Is it so wrong to do it that way?
-Well, if you have to ask the question
I mean who’s fooling who?-
Cause when it is just me
Listening to my own greatest hits
I’m not the me I like best
Too critical
Too unforgiving
Too judgmental
So I turn the mirror to the wall,
And try to turn the volume way down low.
And for the moment it is easier that way.