Whern you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day;
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what THAT man has to say.

For it isn't your wife or family or friend
Who judgement upon you must pass;
The man whose verdict counts most in the end,
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you're a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a person of place;
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum,
If you can't look him straight in the face.

He's the man to please, never mind all the rest
For heps with you clear up to the end;
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test,
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whold world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass;
But your final reward will be heartache and tears,
If you have cheated the man in the glass.

This is for all those phoney people in the world.

wow this is deep lol i like ur poem

Thank You I think it sums a lot of things up into one package.

yea because the only thin that matters is at the end of the day if u can look at urself in the mirror if u cant look in a mirror an b satisfied in wat u did that day u failed

That's what I feel. I am the only one in this world I need to make happy, not everyone else.

yup yup people don seem to understand that the world is about confomity but what happens wen were all the same liars an cheaters thieves takin wat we want and never workin for wat really matters values have gone out the window as long as we feel good its ok hurt anyone but yourself to get ahead

nice write pandalady and oh so true