Oh, sweet black mirror, build for me,

A mask of insecurity.

Stretch it tight across my face,

Keep me pure and full of grace.

Make it so they cannot see,

What the years have done to me.



And when they cry 'you're so young!',

While fiercely gnashing on their tongue,

I'll feign surprise and modesty,

Flit and fawn with courtesy,

Then close my eyes, so I won't see,

Their masks of insecurity.