See the mirror hanging there,
with obligation stare.
A glimpse an image, do I dare,
peek my reflection standing there.
The mocking image laugh and stare,
with lights surround to give a glare;
I see myself standing there,
looming deep within despair.
Do I dare? Do I dare,
glimpse the glass,
o mirror standing there?
Oculus of glass I stare,
waging war myself, standing there.