The mirror said things I'd never dare
I knelt before its connoting stare
I stiffened my spine and smoothed my hair
In deference to its malverse glare
But, with no choice in what to share
All I face is a weak despair
And an unreflected world to compare
Unaware and unfair
A scared affair
When it's me, in disrepair,  who kneels
Neither here nor there