Magic Mirror

There is way more that caught the eye

What I , and nobody else could see 

When eye, connects with the mirror

Is the bare minimum of everything

My beauty isn't determined solely by what I am

Or even who I am

But what my eye can see is so much more

And if only

You could see the way I see

Or maybe stand out of the way of the mirror 

Right here, and listen 

As I look into the mirror, mirror on the wall

Who is the most flawless of them all?

As you peer into the coils of my undone hair

And undone nails

And mismatched wear

But its okay

Maybe one day you can discover the same

All that matters is eye 

When I wake up and smile, 

At the mirror, mirror on the wall

As it tells me that I'm the most flawless of them all. 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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