Fuck that damn mirror, that is not me.
I seriously do not like what I see.
I have changed, to a large degree.
From pimples, too wrinkles,
And my pants I again can pee.
The deeper I look, the farther I see.
Way, way, back, the little boy at three.
Discovering life, running wild, and free.
Now, beat down by life.
Asking, "to be, or not to be".
No going back, just the one turn, I guarantee.
For more time, I do plea.
Behind the reflection? What do I see?
Fuck that damn mirror! that is not me!
By J.D. Bardo