My reflection

My reflection
A bad omen for the day
All my imperfection
Pompous when I’m on my way
Looking back ahead
This image that’s been labeled me
Until I rest my head
This is what I’ll see
What intellect?
It doesn’t even seem to matter
‘Till something else erects
I’ll hang my head a little sadder
A milk mistress
Is what I seem to be
Trying to impress
Until I’ve sucked all my energy
Like a candle in the light
So my beauty lies
Not showing ‘till the night
When I can dream and fantasies