Look at me
I'm beautiful
I am an object
Of poise beauty
You could juxtapose me
On the libra scale with the stars
Or even better
To the stars
That discos the night
Perfect to look at, light-years away
Look at me
I am gorgeous
It's the face isn't it?
Or maybe my torso
Perhaps my thighs
And legs
Or could it be my eyes?
Look at me
The ruler of beauty
Like the models
That you drool over
Look at me
But be careful
Because I am the object you see
That you might see
In your pupil
Look at me
Because:
I am the mirror
You see.