Mirror, Mirror on the wall;
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Alas, you are no talking mirror,
To hear you speak as I come near.
Yet, I seek for you, for my reflection.
With hopes for reduced affliction.
Who is that woman staring back?
With eyes as dark as the colour black?
Does she really look like me?
Please say something and set me free
Mirror, Mirror on the wall;
For once spare me the bitter truth
And lie to me with your falsifying words.
Carve the best lie for me to believe.
Tell me that the woman in the mirror,
Looks nothing like me.
Tell me I’m taller than her.
Tell me I’m fairer than her.
And my eyes, a sparkly emerald green.
Make me believe with your lie so clean.
Mirror, Mirror on the fine, fine wall;
Am I really that woman on the wall?
No you are not my dear
lady;
I show only the
physical reflection.
If only I could show
you your inner-self,
As that’s where your
real beauty lies within.
You are fairer than
the woman on the wall.
Your eye, sparks with a knowledge so sheen,
It would put any man
down on his knee.
But yet, you come to
me asking for a lie;
I can lie a lie that
will set you free.
But the truth is
stronger than a lie can ever be.
So would you stop
craving for more
And start believing yourself from here-fore?
Written for The Mag 110
