“Mirror, Mirror on the Wall”
Was it just yesterday, I questioned the mirror how do I look?
I was not a beauty dictated my mirror,
my thoughts agreed at some point.
Rarely I compared myself to a ravishing model
But I woke up one day my eyes staring…
Asking, how do I look?
The mirror pouted.
I breathe deeply, gulping an air.
Let me be. Still.
Looks aren’t important but oh yeah sometimes,
But an attitude kicks out and give me a shout.
So…I stared monstrously at the mirror on my wall,
“Hey you, no matter what you see, I’m beautiful”.
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