Why Women Hate Mirrors

Why Women Hate Mirrors


Did you ever think about the fact
You never really see your face
Unless reflected back at you
From some refracted place

The mirror in the morning
That starts my brand new day
Makes me feel, at least I think,
That yes, I look okay

Then oh my God, I pass a car
A window in my view
To find ten pounds arrived
I never knew I grew

Oh please it gets much worse
I know you know the drill
The different ways it starts to show
The imperfections from the glow

As sunlight hits the rearview glass
And suddenly my heart does gasp
To think, oh dear, that cannot be
Oh really is that really me

I hate to even mention this
The biggest culprit on the list

The pain it caused is never gone
Each visit to the hair salon
It’s not just once I do repeat
It’s every state and every seat

And dare I even go there
The very worst of all

I hate to say the hard cold truths
But none as bad as try-on booths

I wish so much that I could see
A truer version back at me
A better picture of my stare
Without distortion from the glare

You’d think with all the highest tech
A mirror standard could be set
To make us feel what is more real
A simple task to get and yet

But anyway perhaps some day

Now home sweet home I have arrived
A chance to breathe and feel revived

Upon my mirror I do say
You know sweet girl, you look okay