whoa.. ego probs

i looked upon a reflection one day
but i was surprised
for something frightening stared back at me
until i realised the face was mine
and i cursed the mirror that hung upon the wall
who told me the prettiest of them all

oh mirror why did you lie to me?

/this is exploring the realm of ranting over failed ego trips... not very good at it... poem not very nice either.. what is it about good poems that make them tick??.. i must read more.. more prose.. more poems...