I look into this distorted glass
A cruel image comes back to me
And it breaks me more than I do it
When I see the face I hate to see
But now I'm caught inside that glass
Trapped with the spirits of dignity
And the ghosts of my self-esteem
Can I live in anonymity?
Or must I face the world this way?
Must I stay and face rejection
Or can I just stare into the broken glass
At my reflections of imperfection.
