Mirror, Mirror, Forgive Me. Poem by Benjamin Hickmott

It's late at night, I'm alone again, every night it's the same.
I surely know the reason why, for I've just myself to blame.
I stagger off to the bathroom, to wash and get ready for bed,
Drunk again; I'll never learn, or get around to sorting out my head.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse.
Does it seem each time we meet, that I appear a little bit worse?


I brush my teeth and I nod support, across to my red-eyed will.
Again we pledge, the time has come, self-promises to fulfil.
Uttered oft, but seldom loud, only us as witness,
These resolutions I set myself, to test my moral fitness.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, have you cast a seven-year curse.
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse.


I can't go on, the way I do, this must to come to an end.
Maybe now, I am to far gone, with no chance left to amend.
Should I submit, declare defeat, admit my self-esteem is rotten,
Yet I know, with guilt ignored, in the morning, this will be forgotten.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, don't cast another seven-year curse.
l know each time I look at you, I appear that little bit worse.