When I looked in the mirror
I was filled with disgust.
What I saw were the smears
and the spatters and dust.
A question arose
that I had to address.
Am I really the slob
that would make such a mess?
I then grabbed my gloves
and the cleaning supplies,
attacking the splatters
and the filth I despise.
The toothpaste, the hair spray,
the splotches of grime,
the hand sanitizer
that dries over time.
The prints on the mirror
where I reach for my meds
and strands of my hair
I apparently shed.
Yes, Windex works wonders.
My mirror was free.
I proudly looked up
then smiled at me.
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