Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, what do you see
Tell me what you think of me
Am I too short, am I too tall
I'll ignore you for once
You could be my downfall

Tell me, Mirror, who shall I be
You may misinterpret me
Allow me to be my best
But for now, I'm above you
It's time to give it a rest

Exactly what do you see, Mirror
I'll be myself, not the flawless her
My mind can fend for itself now
Let not the perfected women stare
Let myself hand them the bow

Mirror, Mirror, I have smashed you
Shame on yourself, I say too
Reflection is no longer my fear
Desire to stare is gone for long
There are no more from you to hear

Poor Mirror, you left in pain
Well so have I, I am vain
What not is to tell, nor to speak
Farewell, reflection, no regret
Your criticism has reached it's peak

Poem by The Narrator

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