When I’m not reflected in mirrored glass

To myself I have to ask

Do I think it’s right

Perhaps I should be a bit concerned

The moment that my back is turned

I forget what I look like

Is my nose thin or is it pug

Are my eyebrows thick enough

To raise them high

Do I have have a widened smile

Are the wrinkles on my forehead filled with doubt

Am I an ugly guy

Is there a mustache on my upper lip

To explain away this lisp

That’s so hard to hide

Are my cheeks rosey red

Matching the color on my head

Both the left and right

When I’m not reflected in mirrored glass

To myself I have to ask

Excatly what it is I look like