I see my reflection in the mirror,
The ghost of the past makes my lines unclear.
It is unhelpful to praise my ego,
Though it is what makes me flow.

I see myself trying to find peace,
But choas is more a life for me.
Through the bustle of society,
I choose to make it all I can be.

I find it harder to be kind,
But it does make me feel good.
When I choose to do what's right,
There is more love and brotherhood.

I try not to make myself a phony,
But there are times I fall short.
It's reality to find treasures of the heart,
And become a sensitive being doing his part.