But at the end of the day
Are you proud of what you see
Staring back at you
As you stare at yourself
In a rose-colored mirror?

As you stare
Not at your flesh
But at your soul
Because looks can be deceiving
And your flesh is a master
At deception
But your eyes see beyond
The unmoving mask that your flesh
Portrays to the outside world

So I ask you
Are you proud of what you see
As you stare
Truly stare
At yourself in a mirror
That's no longer stained
The color of a rose