A question I’m forced to face
on a daily basis
is why the mirror loves to pull pranks
and make me cranky and mangy
and, frankly, unattractive?
I mean—what the fuck did I do?
Sure, I stand in front of it
scowling at the distasteful man
scowling in return;
but, other than that,
what the actual fuck, Me?
Stop being such a prick
and maybe I won’t be one back.