Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

              You Tell on Yourself

You tell on yourself by the friends you seek
By the very manner in which you speak
By the way you employ your leisure time
By the use you make of dollar and dime

You tell what you are by the things you wear
By the spirit in which your burdens bear
By the kind of things at which you laugh
By the records you play on your phonograph

You tell what you are by the way you walk
By the things of which you delight to talk
By the manner in which you bear defeat
By so simple a thing as how you eat

By the books you choose from a well-filled shelf
In these ways and more you tell on yourself
So there's really no particular sense
In an effort to keep up false pretense

~Author Unknown