When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
Do you see what you want to be?
Tall, short, fat or thin?
Either way, life is fought
Like two never-ending battles
Always feeling like you're
being hassled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi. Nice written. It's a nice question as well. Rhetorical. I'm really eager to see how my nature is. Good luck.