Whenever I look at the mirror I see this ugly thing in front of me.
It makes me feel bitter and it makes me angry.
It looks so disgusting that I’d wish it would just die,
I swear it’s so ugly that it often made me cry.
I tried talking to it wishing that it’d go away,
But most of the time it’s just curses that I often say.
So repulsive is it that it always brings to me shame,
And would you believe me if I told you that this thing has a name?
Better get ready and remember to breathe,
And allow me to introduce you to no other than…
(*”My Name” was actually used in the 1st and original version)