Once every day, I study a mirror.
I see tired eyes that don't meet other eyes.
I see a mouth that speaks quick, with a slur.
I see ears that are used to hearing lies.

I see an arm of self-inflicted scars.
I see unkempt hair like a shaggy mane.
I see a face that looks not at the stars.
I see hands clenched hard, as if in sharp pain.

Every day I look, I see what I see,
and I think, "why yes, that certainly is me!"