There’s a stranger, a stranger in the mirror, and I’d seen her, every time I looked into the mirror, what’s worse is, that she’d, copied EVERY movement I make, and it’s really, agitating, and I’d even, screamed and shouted for her to stop, but she’d shouted back too!
The lady in the mirror, why is she still there, why doesn’t she just find someone else to pester, to bug? Why does it have to be me, that she follows around? Doesn’t she have anything ELSE better to do, than to pester an old lady like me?
not my photograph…
The lady in the mirror, she’s, attacking me now, ouch, she just, pinched me, she’d just, slapped me, assaulted me, I should have the RIGHT to SUE, shouldn’t I??? The lady in the mirror, where did she go? She’d been gone, since ALL the mirrors got, covered up, and now, I sorta, missed her company………
The lady in the mirror, she’d, vanished, as my children had, covered up all the mirrors in the house (even in the bathrooms! How am I supposed to know, if I’d put my lipstick on right???), to prevent me from screaming and yelling at that lady in the mirror.
The lady in the mirror, she will one day, go away, as she won’t even know, that those were, her eyes, her nose, her ears, her cheeks one day!
Life, the Obstacle Course 